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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27981 | 2022-03-31 16:01:29 | 128.47 | 99% |
| 24758 | 2021-06-29 04:33:02 | 106.45 | 99% |
| 20084 | 2021-03-11 04:01:22 | 109.64 | 98% |
| 14122 | 2020-09-05 05:14:28 | 120.48 | 99% |
| 10394 | 2020-05-16 02:45:21 | 106.71 | 98% |
| 9543 | 2020-03-30 10:02:54 | 102.44 | 98% |
| 5909 | 2019-02-06 23:27:57 | 96.02 | 98% |