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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20584 | 2023-04-11 13:38:11 | 73.37 | 98% |
| 20507 | 2023-03-30 20:48:17 | 79.36 | 98% |
| 12923 | 2020-10-24 20:11:17 | 65.02 | 97% |
| 8126 | 2020-01-16 21:40:59 | 67.86 | 98% |