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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638 | 2020-12-15 02:13:01 | 45.77 | 97% |
535 | 2020-11-30 04:55:49 | 40.29 | 93% |