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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10863 | 2018-02-09 14:10:15 | 159.73 | 99% |
2390 | 2017-08-31 06:44:40 | 142.11 | 99% |
1309 | 2017-08-07 11:34:14 | 144.43 | 99% |