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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2873 | 2018-08-08 01:59:16 | 117.83 | 99% |
| 1022 | 2018-07-07 00:38:08 | 132.92 | 100% |