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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6683 | 2022-03-29 18:46:16 | 108.01 | 99% |
| 6659 | 2022-03-29 02:49:20 | 107.13 | 99% |
| 5964 | 2021-02-18 01:25:14 | 101.19 | 96.8% |
| 1713 | 2020-11-15 02:03:44 | 107.40 | 98% |