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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9992 | 2019-07-01 16:13:40 | 132.63 | 98% |
| 6430 | 2018-05-22 04:12:01 | 177.48 | 100% |
| 6075 | 2018-04-25 02:45:49 | 159.15 | 98% |
| 6012 | 2018-04-24 15:32:03 | 166.96 | 99% |