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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3639 | 2023-02-16 23:57:13 | 111.46 | 98% |
| 3285 | 2022-12-11 05:55:51 | 107.01 | 98% |
| 3276 | 2022-12-11 05:25:40 | 104.46 | 97% |