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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17760 | 2023-08-11 20:27:23 | 112.92 | 98% |
| 15520 | 2019-03-10 20:35:52 | 121.82 | 98% |
| 15336 | 2019-02-26 01:24:50 | 112.15 | 97% |
| 14512 | 2018-12-28 01:58:34 | 118.50 | 98% |
| 12018 | 2018-07-29 01:10:57 | 117.52 | 98% |