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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21303 | 2022-09-08 10:19:52 | 89.81 | 98% |
| 17981 | 2022-03-28 19:43:26 | 91.47 | 98% |
| 13331 | 2021-07-29 11:14:28 | 73.11 | 98% |
| 11112 | 2021-05-27 14:58:05 | 72.80 | 98% |
| 10183 | 2021-05-07 04:46:41 | 61.89 | 96% |
| 9483 | 2021-04-27 02:56:37 | 79.65 | 99% |
| 5310 | 2021-04-03 13:57:15 | 58.27 | 97% |
| 5056 | 2021-04-02 00:20:31 | 58.96 | 96% |
| 4535 | 2021-03-30 16:40:14 | 62.52 | 96% |