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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11209 | 2022-03-01 00:02:10 | 79.58 | 96% |
| 9456 | 2021-12-06 21:11:59 | 80.60 | 96% |
| 8606 | 2021-09-22 02:50:21 | 91.76 | 97% |
| 2441 | 2020-10-12 02:14:21 | 60.18 | 94% |