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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8082 | 2021-02-19 14:26:06 | 112.87 | 95.6% |
| 7038 | 2021-01-05 14:58:26 | 135.01 | 99% |
| 6357 | 2020-12-14 22:02:54 | 114.19 | 97% |
| 4214 | 2020-08-25 10:29:34 | 114.18 | 98% |