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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20518 | 2023-06-02 11:01:50 | 182.52 | 100% |
| 18328 | 2022-09-09 12:00:01 | 162.42 | 99% |
| 17798 | 2022-08-30 14:23:06 | 172.85 | 99% |
| 14484 | 2021-11-17 11:16:42 | 167.29 | 99% |
| 13778 | 2021-11-12 03:22:57 | 155.46 | 99% |
| 8404 | 2021-10-11 18:14:17 | 155.72 | 98% |