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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 56926 | 2020-07-26 09:21:39 | 58.79 | 97% |
| 55971 | 2020-07-20 08:11:59 | 103.16 | 98% |
| 51226 | 2020-06-26 23:21:18 | 138.31 | 99% |
| 42007 | 2020-05-11 07:49:42 | 122.04 | 98% |
| 33941 | 2020-03-28 07:22:55 | 139.04 | 98% |
| 26115 | 2020-01-01 06:57:23 | 129.45 | 98% |
| 8185 | 2019-05-08 15:48:54 | 96.41 | 97% |
| 6423 | 2019-04-19 16:39:32 | 115.40 | 97% |
| 5039 | 2019-03-29 12:58:08 | 117.92 | 98% |
| 4893 | 2019-03-23 17:01:02 | 128.56 | 99% |
| 1448 | 2018-12-16 08:41:44 | 120.31 | 97% |