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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4854 | 2025-01-15 10:02:04 | 146.11 | 98.5% |
| 4289 | 2024-03-19 10:23:26 | 96.58 | 96.4% |
| 886 | 2022-01-14 08:35:53 | 130.67 | 98% |