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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6212 | 2021-06-16 05:33:31 | 98.35 | 98% |
| 5632 | 2020-06-04 10:57:57 | 93.14 | 98% |
| 3273 | 2019-06-25 09:58:29 | 82.24 | 96% |
| 3263 | 2019-06-24 23:36:49 | 81.25 | 96% |
| 2115 | 2019-06-18 12:45:08 | 95.39 | 97% |