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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9976 | 2021-03-26 14:23:45 | 104.19 | 97% |
| 9154 | 2021-03-04 19:23:35 | 116.08 | 98% |
| 7192 | 2021-01-21 18:32:14 | 101.96 | 97% |
| 4117 | 2020-12-24 14:33:04 | 95.67 | 98% |
| 3930 | 2020-12-21 20:41:15 | 103.34 | 97% |
| 2314 | 2020-12-06 23:55:28 | 108.23 | 98% |