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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 65954 | 2020-04-01 02:25:25 | 175.24 | 99% |
| 59194 | 2019-07-01 16:13:26 | 184.07 | 100% |
| 56456 | 2019-04-22 03:24:45 | 168.88 | 99% |
| 54863 | 2019-04-02 05:34:18 | 185.25 | 99% |
| 50166 | 2019-02-02 02:32:34 | 174.92 | 98% |
| 44908 | 2018-12-14 17:27:01 | 181.58 | 99% |
| 43149 | 2018-11-19 06:47:58 | 173.16 | 99% |
| 42541 | 2018-11-10 17:51:15 | 175.70 | 100% |
| 39927 | 2018-10-11 03:08:46 | 179.95 | 100% |
| 32730 | 2018-07-28 02:46:56 | 173.50 | 100% |
| 32452 | 2018-07-21 20:09:55 | 174.62 | 100% |
| 30359 | 2018-07-05 03:01:50 | 157.96 | 98% |