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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3694 | 2024-03-10 03:44:50 | 84.48 | 99.5% |
| 1334 | 2023-07-20 10:22:58 | 72.82 | 99% |
| 432 | 2021-06-28 11:22:02 | 66.92 | 98% |