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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20406 | 2023-09-03 18:29:08 | 155.37 | 98% |
| 16915 | 2023-04-23 17:28:44 | 146.32 | 98% |
| 13063 | 2022-12-17 16:34:00 | 176.61 | 99% |
| 6953 | 2019-01-25 04:37:13 | 160.17 | 99% |