I think about my daughter now, and what she was spared. Sometimes I feel grateful. The doctor said she didn't feel a thing, went straight into a coma. Then, somewhere in that blackness, she slipped off into another, deeper kind. Isn't that a beautiful way to go out, painlessly as a happy child? Trouble with dying later is you've already grown up. The damage is done. It's too late.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1966 | 2019-02-06 02:56:28 | 82.02 | 98% |
1320 | 2019-01-18 06:00:40 | 70.46 | 96% |
567 | 2019-01-04 05:00:16 | 79.84 | 98% |