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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13082 | 2025-08-12 06:39:52 | 189.63 | 100% |
| 12269 | 2025-07-12 01:50:13 | 194.82 | 100% |
| 11576 | 2025-05-09 05:31:56 | 182.50 | 99% |
| 9432 | 2024-05-13 04:43:03 | 185.38 | 99.1% |