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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6895 | 2021-12-20 23:41:55 | 81.00 | 98% |
| 6016 | 2021-09-13 20:14:28 | 76.20 | 97% |
| 3084 | 2019-09-16 07:29:26 | 74.08 | 99% |
| 1542 | 2019-08-05 04:24:10 | 63.35 | 99% |