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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24019 | 2021-12-07 20:27:50 | 114.27 | 98% |
| 21974 | 2021-09-06 11:35:49 | 105.61 | 98% |
| 21640 | 2021-08-19 19:38:03 | 112.13 | 99% |
| 6497 | 2020-08-11 11:42:19 | 84.36 | 97% |