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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18418 | 2023-09-26 20:58:29 | 166.13 | 99.1% |
| 9529 | 2021-04-26 14:04:13 | 128.74 | 98% |
| 7246 | 2021-04-05 15:02:49 | 130.11 | 98% |
| 6333 | 2021-03-28 19:52:06 | 122.72 | 98% |