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 |
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14739 | 2024-03-27 06:44:56 | 94.96 | 99.5% |
13188 | 2023-05-08 20:27:02 | 82.80 | 99% |
10765 | 2022-10-24 08:17:14 | 73.90 | 99% |
9841 | 2022-07-22 20:17:22 | 73.22 | 98% |