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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6264 | 2022-05-15 12:21:51 | 167.14 | 97% |
| 4052 | 2021-10-31 01:51:19 | 167.03 | 98% |
| 2840 | 2021-06-03 22:28:42 | 149.13 | 97% |
| 2213 | 2021-04-17 21:08:00 | 168.07 | 99% |
| 1777 | 2021-04-07 17:35:51 | 163.52 | 98% |