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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12422 | 2020-06-17 09:52:35 | 110.76 | 97% |
| 9459 | 2020-04-28 18:03:44 | 106.91 | 96% |
| 8840 | 2020-04-20 08:51:19 | 111.09 | 97% |
| 8835 | 2020-04-20 08:42:03 | 107.45 | 97% |
| 833 | 2018-09-26 07:22:10 | 99.66 | 98% |