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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3169 | 2020-02-13 23:30:48 | 100.74 | 99% |
| 2203 | 2020-01-21 18:20:34 | 91.85 | 99% |
| 1843 | 2020-01-08 18:25:43 | 94.49 | 99% |
| 547 | 2018-09-11 16:47:01 | 90.15 | 99% |