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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10675 | 2023-07-28 17:33:56 | 106.23 | 97.7% |
| 10249 | 2023-05-09 18:24:30 | 103.65 | 97% |
| 5272 | 2021-04-05 13:16:18 | 83.15 | 95% |
| 5207 | 2021-04-02 15:24:30 | 80.65 | 96% |
| 4101 | 2021-01-15 15:16:24 | 78.24 | 95% |