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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24130 | 2021-06-06 07:26:27 | 117.19 | 98% |
| 24100 | 2021-06-02 07:07:41 | 138.94 | 99% |
| 21640 | 2020-09-29 22:36:39 | 116.35 | 99% |
| 20670 | 2019-04-29 17:40:21 | 108.30 | 98% |
| 19672 | 2018-02-23 21:44:13 | 121.54 | 99% |