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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18138 | 2022-03-05 08:01:46 | 94.68 | 97% |
| 16146 | 2020-09-02 01:14:01 | 113.19 | 98% |
| 15058 | 2020-08-03 04:51:35 | 113.37 | 97% |
| 11990 | 2020-06-21 03:48:22 | 109.61 | 98% |
| 5838 | 2020-03-19 15:48:24 | 94.24 | 97% |
| 3570 | 2020-02-08 03:12:38 | 98.46 | 98% |