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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3298 | 2021-01-30 12:10:55 | 76.70 | 96.9% |
| 2460 | 2020-11-11 10:21:52 | 75.83 | 98% |
| 1844 | 2020-10-21 20:09:10 | 65.45 | 98% |