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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9711 | 2021-12-21 14:29:43 | 90.02 | 99% |
| 8629 | 2021-02-28 11:35:11 | 75.72 | 96.8% |
| 566 | 2018-12-06 17:30:12 | 67.08 | 97% |