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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3778 | 2022-01-20 09:15:30 | 70.15 | 93% |
| 970 | 2021-10-20 16:48:45 | 73.41 | 94% |
| 646 | 2021-10-13 18:21:26 | 67.79 | 94% |
| 373 | 2021-10-05 07:52:53 | 79.29 | 96% |