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 |
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14349 | 2022-08-22 19:23:01 | 180.14 | 99% |
7245 | 2020-04-18 17:23:22 | 185.96 | 99% |
4202 | 2019-03-18 09:56:59 | 149.85 | 98% |
3485 | 2019-03-06 21:20:08 | 164.51 | 99% |
2670 | 2019-03-02 18:17:22 | 173.07 | 99% |