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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 995 | 2020-02-24 21:55:56 | 88.47 | 96% |
| 587 | 2019-11-19 16:38:46 | 88.07 | 97% |