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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26662 | 2018-07-26 22:02:55 | 99.40 | 98% |
| 26305 | 2018-07-23 20:29:32 | 86.17 | 96% |