Dear Daddy, I write you in spite of years of silence. You cleaned up, found Jesus. Things are good, or so I hear. This bottle of Stephen's awakens ancient feelings. Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1181 | 2018-10-31 08:12:08 | 79.77 | 95% |
| 933 | 2018-10-22 08:07:05 | 77.57 | 94% |