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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7870 | 2020-07-09 04:35:34 | 82.46 | 99% |
| 749 | 2020-05-19 22:05:33 | 48.76 | 95% |