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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47848 | 2022-09-29 01:09:16 | 138.33 | 98% |
| 37171 | 2019-03-03 21:35:05 | 149.03 | 99% |
| 33557 | 2018-12-09 14:03:40 | 150.03 | 99% |
| 31873 | 2018-11-28 20:27:19 | 130.02 | 98% |
| 26564 | 2018-10-01 16:30:54 | 143.22 | 99% |
| 25202 | 2018-09-22 18:56:31 | 122.09 | 99% |
| 20401 | 2018-09-08 04:24:03 | 136.01 | 99% |
| 6541 | 2018-03-07 20:07:54 | 121.62 | 98% |