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 |
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3450 | 2022-07-18 04:31:35 | 133.89 | 100% |
422 | 2020-09-16 02:17:15 | 90.30 | 97% |