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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11430 | 2021-12-02 12:18:25 | 123.25 | 99% |
| 5726 | 2019-02-13 10:32:43 | 117.28 | 98% |
| 4710 | 2019-01-08 09:46:31 | 118.05 | 98% |
| 3901 | 2018-11-29 09:12:18 | 119.21 | 99% |