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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6243 | 2022-01-30 13:34:22 | 85.32 | 98% |
| 4300 | 2021-07-27 11:35:11 | 95.58 | 98% |
| 4012 | 2021-06-17 12:47:44 | 86.71 | 98% |
| 2570 | 2019-11-17 02:15:03 | 86.10 | 98% |
| 1077 | 2018-10-30 14:47:21 | 68.31 | 98% |