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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17939 | 2025-03-02 04:34:48 | 92.45 | 95.9% |
| 9834 | 2022-04-06 12:59:23 | 92.26 | 96% |
| 6579 | 2021-12-03 02:37:55 | 81.37 | 96% |
| 4227 | 2020-01-05 11:53:53 | 79.16 | 95% |
| 4201 | 2020-01-05 11:22:31 | 80.54 | 96% |