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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9120 | 2021-05-18 02:44:22 | 104.10 | 99% |
| 8028 | 2021-05-04 17:24:00 | 101.19 | 99% |
| 5477 | 2021-04-07 12:54:59 | 102.18 | 98% |
| 4488 | 2021-03-23 02:49:27 | 102.18 | 99% |
| 2120 | 2021-02-24 16:37:38 | 97.52 | 99.3% |
| 732 | 2021-02-13 08:26:12 | 100.33 | 99.1% |