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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8901 | 2024-02-26 17:28:36 | 97.59 | 97% |
| 6560 | 2023-05-07 04:59:50 | 90.50 | 95% |
| 5353 | 2023-02-28 16:09:09 | 105.99 | 98% |
| 976 | 2021-03-23 07:53:50 | 77.06 | 97% |
| 819 | 2021-01-30 13:07:40 | 82.30 | 95.9% |
| 757 | 2021-01-25 05:48:48 | 75.02 | 96% |