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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 298090 | 2021-01-24 09:45:13 | 178.99 | 99% |
| 296435 | 2021-01-02 08:13:29 | 181.27 | 99% |
| 284812 | 2019-03-04 04:19:20 | 162.65 | 97% |
| 284811 | 2019-03-04 04:18:30 | 159.85 | 97% |
| 283854 | 2019-03-01 23:02:09 | 130.86 | 96% |
| 282413 | 2019-02-26 03:26:49 | 183.38 | 98% |
| 278588 | 2019-01-07 19:26:25 | 171.08 | 99% |
| 274539 | 2018-11-17 00:05:18 | 190.09 | 99% |
| 253438 | 2018-09-07 20:12:04 | 121.89 | 96% |
| 250346 | 2018-09-02 06:42:54 | 152.51 | 98% |
| 243402 | 2018-08-25 09:32:01 | 146.75 | 97% |