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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44816 | 2021-04-19 14:18:25 | 63.17 | 98% |
| 38880 | 2019-12-19 15:13:08 | 65.51 | 98% |
| 30205 | 2019-02-23 21:53:35 | 65.93 | 99% |
| 28420 | 2018-12-11 20:06:21 | 68.50 | 99% |