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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30871 | 2019-05-19 17:15:51 | 122.61 | 98% |
| 29269 | 2019-03-26 22:41:12 | 123.70 | 98% |
| 28591 | 2019-03-03 21:35:14 | 123.69 | 98% |