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 |
---|---|---|---|
8578 | 2021-05-07 09:20:13 | 115.23 | 98% |
7726 | 2019-06-29 05:25:35 | 88.72 | 95% |
4444 | 2018-05-04 00:24:59 | 89.25 | 97% |