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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9494 | 2024-04-12 07:25:49 | 99.60 | 98.8% |
| 8366 | 2022-03-19 14:29:17 | 100.20 | 99% |
| 6833 | 2019-07-26 12:39:29 | 93.68 | 99% |