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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2379 | 2021-07-12 05:44:22 | 81.78 | 98% |
| 2255 | 2019-11-12 23:11:24 | 101.93 | 98% |
| 1564 | 2019-02-01 06:46:10 | 103.57 | 99% |
| 104 | 2018-09-02 04:32:18 | 88.44 | 98% |
| 53 | 2018-08-30 03:29:17 | 89.22 | 99% |