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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12386 | 2018-07-25 09:33:13 | 168.02 | 99% |
| 12359 | 2018-07-19 13:00:44 | 138.22 | 98% |