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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5069 | 2022-08-05 13:42:08 | 143.07 | 98% |
| 4745 | 2021-07-20 05:28:18 | 146.81 | 98% |
| 3443 | 2021-02-23 12:29:09 | 129.70 | 98% |
| 3184 | 2021-02-11 02:41:12 | 130.51 | 98% |
| 2845 | 2021-02-07 08:01:02 | 114.64 | 96.8% |
| 2205 | 2021-01-24 12:34:16 | 109.83 | 98% |