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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14714 | 2020-11-07 17:41:42 | 122.54 | 97% |
| 12386 | 2020-04-20 08:51:16 | 115.53 | 97% |
| 10493 | 2020-03-15 06:58:46 | 115.49 | 96% |
| 8076 | 2020-01-09 14:20:16 | 114.55 | 97% |
| 6595 | 2019-12-27 13:46:18 | 134.83 | 97% |
| 6153 | 2019-12-24 04:45:22 | 123.48 | 97% |
| 5155 | 2019-12-18 08:41:47 | 135.65 | 98% |
| 4421 | 2019-11-16 10:21:47 | 141.04 | 99% |