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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16550 | 2019-03-06 21:20:26 | 113.53 | 100% |
| 16204 | 2019-02-13 02:02:22 | 112.45 | 99% |
| 13578 | 2018-08-08 22:57:01 | 97.56 | 99% |