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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10574 | 2023-04-19 21:12:15 | 116.47 | 99% |
| 8964 | 2022-12-19 06:41:41 | 109.77 | 99% |
| 7688 | 2022-08-19 11:15:04 | 109.02 | 99% |
| 7168 | 2022-08-09 11:28:29 | 94.63 | 98% |
| 4199 | 2022-03-12 13:26:35 | 89.01 | 97% |
| 4181 | 2022-03-12 13:05:51 | 94.32 | 97% |
| 1891 | 2022-02-02 09:14:17 | 91.20 | 97% |