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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5637 | 2022-07-21 19:11:32 | 107.57 | 98% |
| 5552 | 2022-07-06 20:39:38 | 111.51 | 99% |
| 5005 | 2022-03-12 08:05:37 | 96.31 | 98% |
| 3179 | 2021-08-04 22:57:53 | 94.52 | 98% |
| 2951 | 2021-04-04 20:53:48 | 90.46 | 98% |