I was stealing saltshakers again. Ten, sometimes twelve a night, shoving them in my pockets, hiding them up my sleeves, smuggling them out of bars and diners and anywhere else I could find them. In the morning, wherever I woke up, I was always covered in salt. I was cured meat. I had become beef jerky. Even as a small, small child, I knew it would one day come to this.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 60451 | 2024-04-06 23:32:36 | 166.42 | 99% |
| 60065 | 2024-03-20 20:09:00 | 156.85 | 99.2% |
| 56860 | 2023-12-29 23:30:24 | 159.51 | 99.2% |
| 56096 | 2023-12-27 23:29:24 | 116.89 | 96.6% |
| 54110 | 2023-08-03 07:12:00 | 132.65 | 97% |
| 51841 | 2023-06-17 00:54:31 | 144.41 | 98% |
| 47980 | 2023-01-13 19:43:46 | 142.62 | 98% |
| 43492 | 2022-08-25 20:34:43 | 137.79 | 98% |
| 42889 | 2022-08-05 08:06:08 | 153.42 | 99% |
| 40057 | 2022-06-22 19:48:40 | 146.54 | 98% |
| 40056 | 2022-06-22 19:47:54 | 142.47 | 98% |
| 37885 | 2022-06-16 06:35:22 | 147.14 | 99% |
| 31947 | 2021-11-03 17:48:47 | 124.98 | 97% |
| 31159 | 2021-09-29 02:37:48 | 139.78 | 97% |
| 3449 | 2020-06-04 20:57:53 | 102.65 | 95% |