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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1898 | 2022-10-14 08:07:57 | 108.76 | 96% |
| 1281 | 2022-08-31 00:05:00 | 108.54 | 97% |
| 1183 | 2022-08-24 21:50:02 | 108.85 | 98% |
| 219 | 2022-06-14 21:41:02 | 100.36 | 97% |