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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5178 | 2023-07-03 20:26:43 | 96.91 | 98% |
| 1673 | 2022-03-19 00:35:28 | 94.41 | 97% |
| 447 | 2022-02-07 21:36:26 | 92.58 | 97% |
| 217 | 2022-01-29 00:35:07 | 97.67 | 98% |