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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 642 | 2020-08-05 05:38:52 | 60.45 | 95% |
| 283 | 2020-05-22 23:44:57 | 58.46 | 95% |