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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2100 | 2022-08-15 00:08:45 | 140.29 | 99% |
2057 | 2020-06-08 18:08:26 | 130.41 | 99% |
1643 | 2020-02-01 04:56:42 | 142.10 | 98% |