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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3199 | 2021-02-14 08:33:11 | 74.70 | 97.5% |
2839 | 2021-01-28 08:23:54 | 73.42 | 97.7% |
2677 | 2021-01-18 08:03:44 | 67.60 | 97% |