Earlier tonight I went out. I went out hard. I drank a lot of whiskey. I wish I could say I didn't enjoy it, that I felt sick to my stomach, couldn't even look at myself in the mirror afterward, but I can't say that because it was perfect. And that kind of perfection doesn't make me feel weak; it makes me feel strong. I looked at myself in the mirror and I finally recognized that person I once knew so well - that person who went out all the time, sometimes just for fun. And now that I've seen that person again, I don't know if I could ever go back.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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24458 | 2023-01-29 02:44:15 | 160.18 | 99% |
19511 | 2018-09-02 21:50:03 | 149.21 | 99% |
18568 | 2018-07-29 01:10:50 | 134.92 | 98% |