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 |
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3228 | 2020-07-22 18:10:33 | 159.89 | 98% |