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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3764 | 2021-01-01 16:57:17 | 94.54 | 98% |
| 3084 | 2020-12-20 19:33:10 | 92.76 | 100% |
| 3077 | 2020-12-20 19:23:44 | 90.13 | 99% |
| 3064 | 2020-12-20 03:33:01 | 94.03 | 98% |
| 2927 | 2020-12-07 02:16:05 | 94.45 | 99% |
| 2341 | 2020-08-31 00:23:50 | 91.67 | 98% |