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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45715 | 2021-11-25 21:32:52 | 116.50 | 97% |
| 36556 | 2019-07-01 05:06:21 | 108.77 | 98% |
| 33572 | 2018-12-07 22:12:25 | 116.70 | 98% |