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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8242 | 2020-07-21 12:24:32 | 88.44 | 97% |
| 5527 | 2019-05-24 19:51:19 | 86.32 | 97% |
| 2777 | 2019-02-06 23:27:58 | 94.13 | 98% |
| 2110 | 2018-11-23 15:56:53 | 85.42 | 97% |
| 1622 | 2018-10-01 14:17:04 | 82.17 | 97% |
| 744 | 2018-07-06 17:39:01 | 98.84 | 99% |
| 31 | 2018-06-19 18:07:23 | 84.38 | 99% |