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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3150 | 2021-04-29 03:24:03 | 99.31 | 96% |
| 2550 | 2021-04-18 20:32:41 | 88.60 | 95% |
| 2316 | 2021-04-17 01:59:48 | 98.57 | 97% |
| 1134 | 2021-03-26 16:00:54 | 85.36 | 94% |
| 1091 | 2021-03-26 14:06:07 | 86.27 | 96% |