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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4412 | 2022-06-03 03:53:23 | 121.59 | 98% |
| 4116 | 2021-12-27 07:45:12 | 111.11 | 97% |
| 3997 | 2021-08-18 20:14:08 | 117.41 | 97% |
| 3698 | 2021-04-21 13:05:23 | 131.79 | 98% |
| 2832 | 2021-03-07 21:33:41 | 107.86 | 97% |
| 1967 | 2019-08-30 22:40:10 | 100.18 | 98% |