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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17934 | 2019-01-19 07:17:20 | 103.89 | 99% |
| 13997 | 2018-09-09 13:05:13 | 101.46 | 98% |
| 11008 | 2018-07-24 01:01:26 | 89.71 | 96% |
| 8043 | 2018-06-23 15:40:07 | 93.19 | 97% |
| 6373 | 2018-04-22 15:44:51 | 99.70 | 98% |
| 5783 | 2018-03-11 15:29:46 | 96.88 | 99% |