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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41203 | 2023-10-27 03:19:28 | 118.35 | 98.1% |
| 38457 | 2023-06-05 12:10:21 | 134.76 | 99% |
| 24039 | 2021-01-04 09:26:59 | 111.38 | 97% |
| 23344 | 2021-01-03 03:35:07 | 121.76 | 98% |
| 23291 | 2021-01-03 02:58:42 | 122.75 | 98% |
| 18350 | 2020-12-19 08:09:25 | 108.43 | 97% |
| 13591 | 2020-12-01 08:59:35 | 111.38 | 99% |
| 9575 | 2020-06-20 06:46:12 | 109.54 | 98% |