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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18338 | 2020-04-08 04:42:13 | 159.18 | 99% |
| 17922 | 2020-03-30 10:02:33 | 151.39 | 99% |
| 14388 | 2019-08-31 04:07:42 | 133.94 | 98% |
| 7851 | 2018-08-22 10:08:12 | 137.74 | 99% |
| 7377 | 2018-07-27 11:58:49 | 134.66 | 98% |
| 5127 | 2018-06-06 00:36:47 | 111.44 | 97% |