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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4943 | 2020-03-08 13:12:00 | 85.57 | 98% |
| 1973 | 2019-12-17 15:45:02 | 66.21 | 97% |
| 432 | 2019-11-28 17:01:23 | 49.29 | 94% |
| 113 | 2019-11-24 13:34:37 | 52.78 | 95% |