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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32457 | 2024-01-22 14:08:33 | 135.95 | 98.5% |
| 23281 | 2020-12-21 09:18:36 | 139.67 | 98% |
| 16627 | 2018-12-17 11:04:38 | 123.83 | 97% |
| 15613 | 2018-10-09 12:47:00 | 125.91 | 98% |
| 15389 | 2018-09-28 12:08:29 | 131.28 | 98% |
| 13101 | 2018-06-02 10:36:28 | 124.20 | 97% |
| 10564 | 2018-03-04 09:29:30 | 130.13 | 98% |