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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12221 | 2023-07-28 22:19:28 | 140.69 | 100% |
| 12046 | 2022-07-20 19:35:46 | 132.05 | 98% |
| 8754 | 2018-08-21 21:48:04 | 132.01 | 99% |
| 7616 | 2018-07-10 13:48:31 | 133.56 | 98% |