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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21441 | 2021-04-29 11:51:06 | 107.85 | 99% |
| 14108 | 2018-10-18 09:30:35 | 104.38 | 98% |
| 10279 | 2018-06-27 00:45:40 | 95.39 | 98% |