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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5431 | 2020-08-05 06:08:31 | 106.90 | 97% |
| 5303 | 2020-07-28 12:21:40 | 101.88 | 97% |
| 3863 | 2020-01-09 14:20:18 | 110.61 | 97% |
| 2508 | 2019-02-20 06:17:22 | 101.22 | 96% |