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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 90953 | 2023-02-23 00:42:41 | 132.72 | 98% |
| 89711 | 2023-01-26 16:19:01 | 127.65 | 99% |
| 79930 | 2020-11-10 01:37:13 | 124.63 | 98% |
| 74912 | 2020-02-05 22:18:35 | 126.66 | 99% |
| 73156 | 2019-08-06 15:05:42 | 136.15 | 98% |
| 66850 | 2019-01-07 19:26:34 | 137.77 | 98% |
| 65726 | 2018-12-30 16:00:16 | 143.81 | 99% |
| 64541 | 2018-12-17 01:52:14 | 139.80 | 99% |
| 59305 | 2018-10-07 14:49:09 | 139.95 | 98% |