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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2778 | 2022-03-25 14:33:34 | 94.65 | 96% |
391 | 2021-03-07 02:24:55 | 82.02 | 96% |
148 | 2021-02-23 00:50:04 | 82.54 | 96.9% |