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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7666 | 2020-12-23 21:31:36 | 114.58 | 98% |
7249 | 2020-12-08 17:38:14 | 115.57 | 98% |
5584 | 2020-10-20 17:39:18 | 131.21 | 99% |