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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7145 | 2022-11-02 00:49:03 | 102.12 | 99% |
| 5605 | 2022-05-27 13:54:32 | 92.20 | 97% |
| 5315 | 2022-05-24 07:53:10 | 73.83 | 97% |
| 4508 | 2022-04-10 12:28:23 | 80.17 | 96% |