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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6602 | 2019-06-07 15:36:56 | 102.83 | 96% |
| 6219 | 2019-01-28 13:21:26 | 119.01 | 97% |