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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8259 | 2021-02-18 15:13:29 | 73.23 | 95.6% |
| 8226 | 2021-02-15 09:52:37 | 67.05 | 95.2% |
| 4311 | 2020-03-25 09:18:40 | 59.86 | 94% |
| 3241 | 2020-02-24 10:28:07 | 59.80 | 93% |