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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3143 | 2022-07-02 19:14:56 | 125.47 | 97% |
| 609 | 2021-07-05 19:39:19 | 113.86 | 97% |
| 356 | 2021-05-03 20:18:31 | 111.33 | 98% |
| 271 | 2021-04-26 19:41:40 | 102.98 | 97% |