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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 267 | 2019-02-06 22:14:51 | 67.54 | 98% |
| 101 | 2019-01-11 22:08:04 | 48.57 | 95% |