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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1122 | 2018-09-30 21:18:56 | 51.11 | 88% |
| 218 | 2017-12-29 06:55:04 | 29.27 | 90% |