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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17791 | 2022-10-12 16:16:05 | 127.55 | 98% |
| 17715 | 2022-10-08 06:25:56 | 120.38 | 98% |
| 7150 | 2021-02-07 08:01:09 | 101.90 | 96.9% |
| 6200 | 2021-01-31 10:43:18 | 91.61 | 96.1% |
| 5109 | 2021-01-21 12:41:52 | 90.25 | 96% |
| 4297 | 2021-01-15 12:44:27 | 82.87 | 95% |
| 1753 | 2020-05-31 10:17:12 | 82.77 | 97% |
| 1007 | 2020-01-13 18:28:34 | 59.79 | 95% |