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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7167 | 2025-05-16 21:53:12 | 124.52 | 99% |
| 5588 | 2024-09-10 14:32:42 | 110.76 | 97.1% |
| 1484 | 2023-06-15 23:55:07 | 101.48 | 97.6% |
| 839 | 2023-05-25 00:16:15 | 102.19 | 97.7% |