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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 52543 | 2022-02-26 09:19:31 | 140.96 | 97% |
| 47819 | 2019-06-06 13:58:06 | 128.66 | 98% |
| 41547 | 2018-08-05 07:25:32 | 127.29 | 98% |
| 38681 | 2018-05-22 17:39:11 | 128.66 | 97% |
| 35726 | 2018-03-25 17:46:46 | 120.36 | 98% |