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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15878 | 2022-04-27 14:07:21 | 87.31 | 96% |
| 11947 | 2021-04-23 03:46:51 | 76.91 | 96% |
| 11814 | 2021-04-20 17:36:13 | 64.90 | 98% |
| 8836 | 2021-02-06 08:32:46 | 83.27 | 97.1% |