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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13589 | 2023-03-10 19:31:32 | 138.82 | 98% |
| 13483 | 2023-03-08 22:02:02 | 138.08 | 98% |
| 12197 | 2021-12-30 00:08:34 | 136.58 | 98% |
| 11715 | 2021-07-30 20:50:40 | 132.91 | 98% |
| 10849 | 2020-11-15 22:45:43 | 132.61 | 98% |
| 8776 | 2020-08-24 23:00:31 | 123.72 | 98% |