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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1518 | 2023-03-10 11:18:30 | 73.98 | 94% |
1115 | 2023-02-07 11:08:02 | 70.79 | 95% |
694 | 2022-08-22 17:30:05 | 67.28 | 95% |