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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18278 | 2023-07-22 17:12:31 | 81.47 | 98% |
| 16877 | 2023-04-27 14:38:58 | 87.91 | 98% |
| 15047 | 2023-03-07 14:10:45 | 85.39 | 97% |
| 662 | 2022-09-19 15:48:14 | 53.79 | 96% |