Darts

At the end of the working day today, which was strenuous, I flung a few darts, as I often do. 
Thunk! Triple 1. Bugger.
Thunk! Triple 20. Better.
Shthunk! Into the flight of the triple 20. 
Technically, a 63. Though morally, I claim a 123.
New one on me, a bit Robin Hoodish.