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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6432 | 2024-02-27 19:41:22 | 75.67 | 99.3% |
| 5721 | 2023-07-24 06:11:52 | 83.02 | 97.7% |
| 4164 | 2022-10-14 03:22:10 | 83.76 | 98% |
| 3535 | 2022-08-21 15:16:56 | 76.45 | 98% |
| 654 | 2021-06-30 16:23:35 | 54.36 | 98% |