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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30105 | 2022-03-02 18:59:49 | 137.55 | 99% |
| 23964 | 2022-01-06 14:13:12 | 131.41 | 99% |
| 21844 | 2021-12-25 22:18:24 | 132.56 | 99% |
| 20616 | 2021-12-19 13:58:13 | 132.45 | 99% |
| 19222 | 2021-11-27 00:03:50 | 137.56 | 99% |
| 7488 | 2020-12-22 01:37:22 | 120.01 | 98% |
| 2336 | 2020-11-19 18:30:37 | 105.58 | 98% |