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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6811 | 2018-12-03 03:29:33 | 82.92 | 97% |
6521 | 2018-11-17 23:33:16 | 79.80 | 97% |
4778 | 2018-07-13 07:00:40 | 86.36 | 98% |
3233 | 2018-04-18 11:22:38 | 84.24 | 97% |