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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9798 | 2022-06-23 05:55:03 | 88.39 | 95% |
| 4369 | 2021-09-15 06:35:39 | 95.76 | 95% |
| 3792 | 2021-08-23 06:21:28 | 82.01 | 94% |
| 1718 | 2021-05-08 07:12:10 | 76.69 | 94% |