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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29398 | 2023-07-27 16:35:47 | 76.64 | 97% |
| 26252 | 2023-05-25 11:43:59 | 77.66 | 96% |
| 25003 | 2023-05-07 18:07:41 | 72.37 | 96% |
| 17407 | 2022-09-27 12:58:19 | 75.97 | 98% |
| 16521 | 2022-02-10 18:34:47 | 72.54 | 97% |
| 16076 | 2021-05-05 15:40:03 | 67.83 | 96% |
| 10499 | 2019-06-26 21:47:20 | 66.64 | 96% |
| 6122 | 2018-10-29 10:11:43 | 61.82 | 97% |
| 3842 | 2018-07-28 18:21:07 | 48.73 | 96% |