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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4659 | 2020-09-20 19:48:50 | 125.75 | 99% |
| 4571 | 2020-09-19 07:25:48 | 129.30 | 99% |