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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1468 | 2019-06-17 17:53:52 | 185.78 | 100% |
| 170 | 2019-05-05 18:14:16 | 177.12 | 100% |