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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18459 | 2020-05-26 14:38:21 | 152.61 | 98% |
| 15161 | 2020-04-18 05:24:34 | 157.11 | 99% |
| 10773 | 2020-02-13 03:58:06 | 157.22 | 99% |
| 7810 | 2020-01-21 01:49:51 | 161.18 | 98% |