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 |
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20954 | 2022-05-30 12:52:02 | 80.60 | 96% |
11834 | 2021-01-14 02:33:04 | 83.27 | 95% |
8099 | 2020-07-10 05:26:28 | 75.08 | 96% |
6709 | 2020-07-05 04:07:51 | 79.22 | 97% |
5498 | 2020-06-28 01:52:30 | 80.55 | 97% |