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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24401 | 2020-04-17 22:25:44 | 177.83 | 99.1% |
| 23169 | 2019-08-19 23:03:07 | 165.43 | 98% |
| 21516 | 2019-05-16 18:52:52 | 171.23 | 98.6% |
| 11388 | 2018-03-30 01:22:39 | 152.15 | 98% |
| 10648 | 2018-02-20 02:14:39 | 148.09 | 97% |