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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5369 | 2024-02-01 09:09:39 | 102.32 | 98.8% |
| 4137 | 2019-12-16 07:26:35 | 74.59 | 97% |
| 2868 | 2019-03-09 07:46:52 | 70.03 | 95% |
| 2805 | 2019-02-27 14:29:35 | 77.60 | 96% |