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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23582 | 2021-07-15 21:58:25 | 131.24 | 98% |
| 19096 | 2021-03-04 14:59:48 | 118.04 | 97% |
| 17113 | 2021-02-24 14:06:30 | 141.68 | 99% |
| 16162 | 2021-02-20 10:35:46 | 135.90 | 97.7% |
| 15731 | 2021-02-19 03:45:52 | 126.82 | 98.4% |
| 13374 | 2021-01-31 05:15:39 | 136.24 | 98.1% |
| 12449 | 2021-01-27 03:04:50 | 112.83 | 96% |
| 7411 | 2020-12-31 00:26:40 | 123.86 | 98% |
| 4614 | 2020-06-02 00:39:21 | 122.18 | 97% |
| 2417 | 2020-04-23 04:03:34 | 114.33 | 99% |