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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27494 | 2022-12-05 17:42:06 | 126.67 | 98% |
| 25644 | 2021-01-28 23:29:56 | 107.18 | 97% |
| 24482 | 2020-12-27 07:33:35 | 103.58 | 97% |
| 19188 | 2020-07-13 05:21:22 | 100.09 | 96% |
| 18919 | 2020-07-09 21:58:25 | 109.45 | 97% |
| 14837 | 2020-03-28 02:43:43 | 99.01 | 97% |
| 12686 | 2020-02-18 01:50:59 | 101.61 | 96% |