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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 103151 | 2024-01-08 04:01:08 | 131.97 | 98% |
| 102745 | 2023-06-03 05:24:15 | 138.55 | 99% |
| 101224 | 2020-04-29 01:29:22 | 138.92 | 99% |
| 95311 | 2019-04-16 20:27:44 | 124.75 | 98% |
| 90132 | 2019-03-10 21:56:35 | 124.18 | 98% |
| 81738 | 2018-11-29 07:49:32 | 122.90 | 98% |
| 81304 | 2018-11-07 20:13:22 | 133.87 | 99% |
| 74658 | 2018-09-11 16:47:51 | 120.59 | 98% |
| 68663 | 2018-07-01 21:32:48 | 148.58 | 98% |
| 65142 | 2018-06-04 22:52:10 | 136.52 | 99% |
| 64387 | 2018-05-19 03:24:48 | 150.18 | 99% |