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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4616 | 2018-03-28 20:58:40 | 73.86 | 97% |
| 3514 | 2018-03-12 20:57:42 | 68.07 | 96% |
| 3083 | 2018-02-22 21:41:59 | 65.35 | 96% |
| 2471 | 2018-02-16 19:54:58 | 66.01 | 97% |