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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9495 | 2024-02-02 08:53:55 | 122.71 | 99% |
| 8444 | 2021-02-04 19:02:51 | 116.89 | 98.3% |
| 4784 | 2018-05-10 06:16:37 | 114.14 | 99% |
| 3444 | 2018-03-20 23:24:28 | 107.53 | 98% |
| 2756 | 2018-02-20 07:04:41 | 108.21 | 99% |