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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7609 | 2021-12-15 22:06:18 | 86.35 | 97% |
| 7575 | 2021-12-11 23:15:35 | 91.06 | 98% |
| 6291 | 2021-05-13 19:58:50 | 80.62 | 97% |