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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6948 | 2021-05-31 03:47:54 | 113.76 | 98% |
| 5819 | 2021-04-28 05:49:50 | 123.66 | 99% |
| 5092 | 2021-03-07 13:23:23 | 93.09 | 96% |
| 1946 | 2020-05-20 12:09:04 | 104.60 | 97% |