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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16906 | 2023-06-26 19:23:15 | 171.91 | 98% |
| 8725 | 2021-05-12 12:44:27 | 168.39 | 99% |
| 7854 | 2021-05-07 08:46:09 | 152.75 | 98% |