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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13338 | 2020-08-28 17:33:34 | 148.18 | 98% |
| 11731 | 2020-04-25 18:45:31 | 126.46 | 98% |
| 10869 | 2020-04-12 12:28:19 | 132.35 | 98% |
| 7715 | 2020-01-25 09:25:03 | 131.60 | 97% |
| 4358 | 2019-12-10 18:20:32 | 105.39 | 96% |