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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1170 | 2021-06-15 06:40:35 | 99.57 | 98% |
1110 | 2021-06-13 06:24:20 | 99.54 | 97% |
1003 | 2021-06-12 13:10:23 | 110.40 | 99% |