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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12500 | 2022-04-05 16:25:21 | 88.56 | 95% |
| 9661 | 2021-10-24 14:58:19 | 104.96 | 98% |
| 7921 | 2021-08-30 14:48:51 | 92.82 | 96% |
| 7729 | 2021-08-18 17:35:02 | 96.74 | 97% |
| 6524 | 2021-07-08 15:07:54 | 95.13 | 97% |
| 3781 | 2021-04-25 09:52:52 | 89.47 | 96% |
| 1208 | 2020-11-02 13:16:02 | 75.08 | 96% |