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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14789 | 2018-07-26 05:54:55 | 144.77 | 97.3% |
| 12449 | 2018-04-23 00:57:20 | 131.50 | 98% |