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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15921 | 2025-07-06 16:51:38 | 106.43 | 99% |
| 10098 | 2022-01-28 15:41:07 | 84.09 | 98% |
| 8562 | 2021-12-12 16:45:25 | 93.90 | 99% |
| 6553 | 2021-10-25 17:56:34 | 78.13 | 96% |
| 643 | 2021-08-11 10:50:16 | 76.92 | 98% |
| 318 | 2021-08-06 11:43:32 | 70.06 | 97% |