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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11755 | 2018-03-15 05:07:36 | 103.75 | 98% |
| 11685 | 2018-03-13 01:04:19 | 103.99 | 99% |
| 11231 | 2018-03-03 21:56:31 | 96.81 | 98% |
| 11014 | 2018-02-27 01:53:05 | 97.22 | 98% |