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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 610 | 2020-10-12 02:37:11 | 169.61 | 98% |
| 171 | 2020-09-23 10:14:42 | 174.16 | 100% |