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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 58459 | 2022-02-26 13:41:21 | 111.64 | 99% |
| 48647 | 2021-01-16 07:27:02 | 98.09 | 98% |
| 45620 | 2020-12-08 12:17:29 | 74.37 | 99% |
| 42115 | 2020-10-28 10:18:53 | 107.37 | 98% |
| 34200 | 2020-05-26 10:55:37 | 110.07 | 100% |
| 33294 | 2020-05-10 13:43:16 | 107.76 | 99% |
| 20272 | 2019-10-28 11:20:00 | 94.54 | 98% |
| 10799 | 2019-04-07 05:50:53 | 98.67 | 98% |
| 5345 | 2019-02-14 04:43:42 | 77.78 | 97% |