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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5607 | 2021-09-26 21:35:49 | 97.03 | 96% |
| 4611 | 2021-03-09 21:10:54 | 121.63 | 99% |
| 3087 | 2021-01-21 11:19:20 | 82.88 | 95% |
| 2419 | 2021-01-15 15:16:10 | 92.66 | 97% |