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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5905 | 2023-04-24 05:45:07 | 75.83 | 98% |
| 3679 | 2020-04-02 07:26:54 | 73.98 | 98% |
| 1141 | 2019-06-26 05:43:18 | 61.60 | 98% |