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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5327 | 2022-04-23 07:30:03 | 87.24 | 97% |
| 4938 | 2022-03-12 13:31:41 | 99.56 | 98% |
| 4605 | 2022-02-06 05:06:38 | 86.64 | 98% |
| 4580 | 2022-02-02 09:14:32 | 75.99 | 96% |
| 1046 | 2021-04-08 16:01:27 | 66.89 | 96% |