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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7164 | 2025-03-09 23:21:46 | 175.29 | 96.9% |
| 6141 | 2025-03-03 21:04:04 | 178.45 | 98.1% |
| 4463 | 2025-02-11 22:34:09 | 187.80 | 98.8% |
| 390 | 2025-01-19 00:42:47 | 164.30 | 96.5% |