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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2958 | 2023-02-07 10:53:53 | 93.85 | 97% |
| 2282 | 2022-11-26 08:03:57 | 84.71 | 96% |
| 2132 | 2022-11-11 10:29:29 | 74.10 | 95% |