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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8406 | 2020-02-29 21:11:08 | 113.78 | 98% |
| 4928 | 2019-06-03 16:44:50 | 103.65 | 97% |
| 3993 | 2019-05-05 13:33:47 | 105.31 | 99% |
| 991 | 2018-07-24 10:06:50 | 90.91 | 98% |