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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16445 | 2023-03-28 02:38:37 | 167.08 | 99% |
| 16100 | 2023-03-18 03:46:46 | 154.08 | 98% |
| 10692 | 2019-11-11 01:55:20 | 147.50 | 98% |
| 792 | 2018-07-24 03:55:21 | 114.56 | 98% |