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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6483 | 2024-10-26 21:02:57 | 114.38 | 97.3% |
| 4592 | 2023-05-22 19:01:50 | 113.15 | 97.9% |
| 3876 | 2022-09-07 17:34:32 | 109.88 | 98% |
| 2015 | 2021-11-29 20:16:57 | 104.33 | 98% |
| 1282 | 2021-06-05 17:41:03 | 102.17 | 97% |