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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6155 | 2025-05-23 23:16:11 | 94.36 | 96% |
| 5634 | 2025-04-21 19:17:08 | 82.06 | 96% |
| 5261 | 2025-04-06 20:58:33 | 101.22 | 97% |
| 4657 | 2025-03-12 18:05:02 | 85.68 | 95% |
| 3167 | 2025-01-14 17:32:05 | 97.06 | 97% |
| 1628 | 2024-10-30 23:23:17 | 80.18 | 95.5% |
| 498 | 2024-08-06 15:51:17 | 74.35 | 96.8% |