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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3206 | 2022-02-05 08:54:45 | 109.92 | 97% |
| 1962 | 2022-01-24 07:46:35 | 101.33 | 97% |
| 1275 | 2021-11-03 13:24:57 | 86.89 | 96% |
| 866 | 2021-10-10 06:02:41 | 93.67 | 96% |