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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14195 | 2023-10-15 07:49:13 | 97.67 | 99.3% |
| 11320 | 2021-01-16 21:29:29 | 93.51 | 97% |
| 6485 | 2018-05-29 10:31:29 | 81.13 | 97% |
| 5983 | 2018-04-17 15:02:18 | 93.61 | 98% |