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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 214 | 2020-04-24 18:13:54 | 77.30 | 95% |
| 180 | 2020-04-21 20:26:43 | 79.97 | 96% |