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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 58966 | 2019-11-19 15:57:03 | 69.36 | 97% |
| 54070 | 2019-03-19 13:51:19 | 76.53 | 99% |
| 50504 | 2018-11-18 01:52:53 | 68.68 | 96% |
| 46959 | 2018-07-06 17:39:22 | 75.65 | 98% |