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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8604 | 2022-11-09 16:11:07 | 115.09 | 98% |
| 8280 | 2021-08-17 15:34:19 | 112.47 | 98% |
| 7178 | 2019-03-31 05:16:41 | 104.83 | 97% |
| 6653 | 2018-09-18 19:18:54 | 121.29 | 98% |