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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20024 | 2024-04-24 20:50:07 | 112.77 | 99.1% |
| 16796 | 2023-03-26 17:51:17 | 92.42 | 97% |
| 16757 | 2023-03-15 06:25:03 | 106.50 | 98% |
| 15431 | 2022-04-18 19:39:18 | 112.02 | 98% |
| 15032 | 2022-03-03 17:15:54 | 104.09 | 97% |
| 13953 | 2021-11-17 04:26:54 | 99.05 | 98% |
| 13742 | 2021-10-27 21:15:37 | 107.12 | 99% |
| 13329 | 2021-09-16 17:02:08 | 103.22 | 98% |
| 1284 | 2019-09-10 18:21:02 | 92.06 | 98% |