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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 51533 | 2020-12-17 10:22:09 | 160.38 | 100% |
| 44596 | 2019-11-05 15:52:38 | 145.76 | 99% |
| 39427 | 2019-07-14 04:09:03 | 144.10 | 98% |
| 32011 | 2019-01-19 04:05:44 | 141.97 | 99% |
| 29032 | 2018-06-09 16:00:52 | 117.74 | 98% |