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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3364 | 2025-01-04 17:36:43 | 88.44 | 96.8% |
| 1986 | 2024-10-02 16:15:58 | 88.86 | 97.7% |
| 1796 | 2024-09-10 12:52:53 | 68.39 | 95% |