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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9576 | 2021-02-27 04:21:40 | 119.29 | 98.5% |
| 8137 | 2020-09-29 05:44:42 | 112.90 | 98% |
| 7843 | 2019-12-18 00:08:49 | 97.74 | 98% |