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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28755 | 2020-10-16 06:04:16 | 167.42 | 98% |
| 19639 | 2019-01-19 04:05:40 | 155.42 | 99% |
| 14220 | 2018-10-11 03:09:01 | 128.32 | 97% |
| 9750 | 2018-09-02 06:43:10 | 112.34 | 96% |