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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23741 | 2021-02-16 12:12:42 | 84.59 | 97% |
| 23479 | 2021-01-19 16:41:14 | 79.39 | 95% |
| 8998 | 2019-08-12 19:27:02 | 70.70 | 96% |
| 1879 | 2019-04-23 11:13:22 | 68.04 | 98% |