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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6392 | 2024-01-06 13:08:35 | 119.28 | 98.3% |
| 5317 | 2022-04-24 09:18:51 | 109.59 | 99% |
| 5165 | 2022-01-02 13:43:44 | 112.97 | 98% |
| 2140 | 2019-02-02 06:31:31 | 110.90 | 99% |
| 1199 | 2018-03-28 06:20:26 | 95.60 | 98% |