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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7745 | 2022-10-06 17:07:23 | 87.90 | 97% |
| 5739 | 2022-07-26 08:42:47 | 87.65 | 97% |
| 5436 | 2022-07-18 07:10:34 | 94.19 | 98% |
| 2719 | 2022-05-25 10:43:32 | 89.15 | 97% |
| 459 | 2022-04-01 15:25:15 | 42.53 | 95% |