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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15328 | 2022-10-18 04:25:37 | 95.55 | 98% |
| 12089 | 2021-12-03 05:02:20 | 92.97 | 98% |
| 12007 | 2021-12-01 14:58:38 | 85.18 | 97% |
| 6912 | 2021-06-01 04:45:38 | 83.60 | 98% |
| 5249 | 2021-03-09 04:57:02 | 93.59 | 99% |