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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33457 | 2025-11-15 06:13:56 | 110.80 | 99% |
| 28258 | 2025-04-26 13:58:20 | 106.51 | 98% |
| 26846 | 2025-03-18 16:37:37 | 100.12 | 98.3% |
| 24185 | 2024-10-15 17:02:43 | 107.10 | 98% |
| 19974 | 2023-11-09 18:52:36 | 107.43 | 99.1% |
| 17937 | 2023-05-05 11:31:37 | 109.79 | 98% |
| 13421 | 2022-09-23 12:32:54 | 108.39 | 98% |
| 8164 | 2021-09-09 14:40:55 | 94.68 | 98% |
| 1473 | 2020-09-26 17:21:14 | 97.37 | 99% |