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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10167 | 2023-08-02 12:05:54 | 100.80 | 95.8% |
| 7913 | 2023-04-30 15:34:42 | 95.74 | 96% |
| 7579 | 2023-04-20 15:30:34 | 94.26 | 97% |