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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19296 | 2023-10-17 09:23:59 | 89.92 | 98.5% |
| 18262 | 2022-10-22 08:12:20 | 90.03 | 99% |
| 15343 | 2021-06-16 02:46:45 | 83.96 | 98% |
| 10295 | 2020-07-06 04:00:00 | 82.81 | 99% |
| 8333 | 2020-05-26 10:55:57 | 82.98 | 99% |