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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6348 | 2021-04-26 17:01:33 | 83.20 | 98% |
| 5397 | 2021-02-18 15:58:10 | 75.95 | 97.8% |
| 4267 | 2021-01-28 17:39:03 | 73.43 | 97.4% |