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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19635 | 2021-10-08 13:52:05 | 86.15 | 96% |
| 16391 | 2021-07-31 11:47:59 | 98.43 | 96% |
| 11223 | 2021-05-22 03:16:52 | 99.36 | 97% |
| 7447 | 2021-02-11 09:00:08 | 89.28 | 96.4% |
| 4057 | 2021-01-01 15:41:12 | 77.04 | 97% |
| 3863 | 2021-01-01 04:00:11 | 83.98 | 97% |
| 723 | 2020-09-05 04:43:09 | 75.53 | 98% |