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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28060 | 2025-06-04 19:03:55 | 167.92 | 98.1% |
| 27384 | 2025-05-17 22:13:36 | 181.20 | 98.3% |
| 14384 | 2019-01-19 17:40:41 | 159.36 | 98% |