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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25791 | 2022-01-09 08:59:35 | 85.34 | 96% |
| 24625 | 2021-10-22 02:07:19 | 95.19 | 97% |
| 22888 | 2021-06-14 13:50:19 | 101.85 | 98% |
| 22583 | 2021-06-09 07:24:22 | 98.11 | 99% |
| 19833 | 2020-02-20 03:34:50 | 95.06 | 98% |
| 16735 | 2019-01-05 11:41:58 | 93.67 | 98% |
| 14836 | 2018-11-08 09:40:36 | 94.72 | 97% |