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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31429 | 2021-10-09 06:43:20 | 109.94 | 98% |
| 31178 | 2021-10-04 15:53:31 | 117.38 | 99% |
| 27681 | 2021-08-31 17:24:48 | 103.76 | 98% |
| 26739 | 2021-08-21 11:39:25 | 109.77 | 99% |
| 24195 | 2021-02-13 11:30:19 | 104.18 | 98.2% |
| 20593 | 2018-12-23 16:58:54 | 97.86 | 98% |
| 20083 | 2018-12-19 09:06:31 | 91.99 | 97% |