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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10828 | 2019-11-04 06:11:39 | 94.08 | 97% |
| 10583 | 2019-07-16 13:11:41 | 76.10 | 96% |
| 8404 | 2018-11-05 12:58:02 | 89.98 | 96% |
| 6279 | 2018-03-12 18:32:08 | 74.38 | 95% |
| 6216 | 2018-03-06 21:32:18 | 76.97 | 95% |