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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12541 | 2022-03-02 19:00:02 | 107.57 | 99% |
| 6006 | 2018-12-06 07:47:23 | 100.71 | 97% |
| 3618 | 2018-04-01 05:38:43 | 99.40 | 98% |