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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13157 | 2020-01-10 07:58:11 | 94.21 | 98% |
| 9920 | 2018-10-26 03:11:47 | 92.46 | 98% |
| 8858 | 2018-09-17 04:19:14 | 99.32 | 98% |
| 7895 | 2018-08-26 07:26:17 | 101.04 | 98% |
| 6663 | 2018-08-02 07:41:18 | 96.31 | 98% |
| 5389 | 2018-06-07 08:29:19 | 98.20 | 99% |
| 3814 | 2018-05-15 03:07:59 | 87.21 | 97% |