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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2816 | 2020-10-18 12:07:40 | 81.99 | 97% |
| 574 | 2020-06-18 12:56:31 | 96.26 | 100% |