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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9638 | 2023-03-06 10:33:55 | 128.60 | 99% |
| 9235 | 2023-02-03 10:51:13 | 114.98 | 99% |
| 8305 | 2022-12-08 20:52:11 | 125.49 | 99% |
| 5582 | 2022-03-21 21:30:05 | 109.75 | 98% |
| 208 | 2020-08-10 07:05:29 | 103.22 | 98% |