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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 50489 | 2024-02-19 02:46:08 | 142.14 | 99.2% |
| 50002 | 2023-08-23 12:03:34 | 155.96 | 99% |
| 47399 | 2022-07-23 18:16:35 | 151.45 | 99% |
| 43069 | 2019-11-06 21:00:50 | 128.93 | 98% |
| 41254 | 2019-07-06 22:32:54 | 147.08 | 98% |
| 38508 | 2019-02-01 15:28:26 | 141.69 | 98% |
| 34420 | 2018-07-28 17:25:00 | 132.97 | 97% |