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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21330 | 2022-12-17 22:19:44 | 88.62 | 97% |
| 20418 | 2022-04-13 18:40:39 | 104.91 | 98% |
| 14163 | 2021-04-29 20:43:37 | 95.45 | 96% |
| 11969 | 2021-03-31 15:47:25 | 98.79 | 98% |
| 11736 | 2021-03-29 18:32:19 | 96.49 | 98% |
| 9302 | 2021-02-02 21:06:23 | 93.33 | 96.9% |
| 7926 | 2020-12-29 22:19:18 | 81.15 | 96% |
| 7297 | 2020-12-22 22:09:29 | 91.12 | 95% |
| 6394 | 2020-12-13 16:59:35 | 90.36 | 97% |