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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13272 | 2025-04-24 01:41:33 | 86.91 | 97.5% |
| 5541 | 2024-12-27 13:02:29 | 81.62 | 97.9% |
| 225 | 2024-09-18 19:05:28 | 78.98 | 97.7% |