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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 103742 | 2022-04-02 10:18:43 | 124.20 | 99% |
| 99723 | 2021-10-09 08:47:03 | 110.94 | 97% |
| 83459 | 2020-03-31 08:16:42 | 129.11 | 99% |
| 78013 | 2019-11-30 09:08:50 | 119.81 | 98% |
| 72450 | 2019-07-14 06:40:46 | 117.85 | 98% |
| 70136 | 2019-05-06 05:41:37 | 116.94 | 98% |
| 65741 | 2019-02-25 06:50:53 | 130.05 | 99% |
| 65740 | 2019-02-25 06:49:41 | 105.80 | 97% |
| 49621 | 2018-04-12 04:52:31 | 96.41 | 96% |
| 48920 | 2018-03-13 06:23:26 | 115.21 | 97% |
| 48878 | 2018-03-11 06:57:22 | 101.89 | 97% |