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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8863 | 2021-04-12 18:31:56 | 88.56 | 97% |
| 8202 | 2021-03-23 09:15:22 | 95.17 | 98% |
| 8142 | 2021-03-19 22:21:15 | 100.45 | 98% |
| 7538 | 2021-02-17 21:29:23 | 92.16 | 97.9% |