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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9329 | 2021-12-31 18:36:39 | 85.50 | 96% |
| 7779 | 2021-06-22 19:25:08 | 81.47 | 95% |
| 5057 | 2021-03-05 17:48:21 | 76.39 | 96% |
| 259 | 2020-09-26 16:04:33 | 71.24 | 96% |