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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29111 | 2019-07-22 17:34:20 | 92.73 | 99% |
| 24755 | 2019-02-05 21:45:35 | 75.41 | 98% |
| 22530 | 2018-12-19 17:14:08 | 74.03 | 98% |
| 21904 | 2018-12-02 09:50:54 | 80.44 | 98% |
| 21315 | 2018-11-14 09:04:48 | 77.21 | 98% |
| 11587 | 2018-03-30 05:59:36 | 70.72 | 97% |