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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3507 | 2021-05-11 17:47:40 | 175.71 | 99% |
| 3283 | 2021-05-09 06:34:44 | 149.36 | 98% |
| 2956 | 2021-03-31 17:30:50 | 183.13 | 99% |
| 1794 | 2020-06-14 13:11:50 | 169.44 | 98% |