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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4442 | 2019-07-11 02:09:58 | 80.31 | 96% |
| 3042 | 2019-04-13 18:33:52 | 65.46 | 94% |