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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9102 | 2023-06-09 09:39:12 | 79.24 | 98% |
| 8730 | 2023-05-28 23:04:14 | 85.99 | 99% |
| 8659 | 2023-05-27 20:36:31 | 83.04 | 99% |
| 6773 | 2021-08-12 09:59:47 | 79.68 | 98% |