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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8014 | 2022-07-06 19:40:17 | 123.74 | 97% |
| 6916 | 2022-06-18 12:48:28 | 119.71 | 97% |
| 1957 | 2022-03-23 10:59:10 | 134.63 | 97% |
| 414 | 2022-03-12 14:41:16 | 135.94 | 98% |
| 260 | 2022-03-11 18:56:15 | 122.32 | 96% |