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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19052 | 2018-08-17 16:28:01 | 125.41 | 98% |
| 17663 | 2018-06-20 18:40:44 | 113.64 | 98% |
| 13606 | 2018-03-07 20:07:59 | 111.30 | 97% |