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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9561 | 2021-01-06 05:58:17 | 97.95 | 98% |
| 8988 | 2020-12-25 07:52:35 | 78.83 | 97% |
| 5509 | 2020-10-13 10:57:16 | 80.35 | 98% |
| 828 | 2020-08-18 09:49:53 | 63.29 | 98% |