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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3874 | 2023-07-25 07:34:54 | 107.59 | 98% |
| 3676 | 2023-07-17 06:23:09 | 128.10 | 100% |
| 3331 | 2023-07-01 07:20:57 | 114.85 | 98% |
| 2272 | 2023-06-06 15:35:25 | 119.42 | 99% |
| 1565 | 2023-05-25 10:02:42 | 113.96 | 99% |