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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40945 | 2021-09-17 17:06:49 | 149.99 | 99% |
| 40047 | 2021-06-03 02:53:16 | 164.28 | 99% |
| 33253 | 2018-05-09 22:26:03 | 161.59 | 99% |
| 32819 | 2018-05-06 22:22:37 | 150.28 | 98% |
| 32099 | 2018-05-02 22:44:51 | 136.19 | 98% |