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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4408 | 2021-07-29 16:06:56 | 100.48 | 99% |
| 3674 | 2021-06-20 11:36:31 | 82.79 | 97% |
| 3217 | 2021-06-09 14:29:25 | 88.45 | 97% |
| 3050 | 2021-06-08 06:38:50 | 76.14 | 97% |
| 80 | 2020-11-29 15:31:29 | 80.28 | 98% |