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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36539 | 2024-03-03 00:43:52 | 161.29 | 98.8% |
| 26313 | 2023-12-24 09:47:40 | 156.56 | 98.1% |
| 23388 | 2023-11-25 06:44:46 | 162.95 | 98.3% |
| 17095 | 2023-09-05 03:59:18 | 138.57 | 98% |
| 16797 | 2023-09-02 06:25:13 | 129.41 | 98% |
| 16518 | 2023-08-26 02:38:04 | 150.11 | 98% |
| 12227 | 2023-08-03 01:17:51 | 177.79 | 99% |
| 10624 | 2022-12-25 20:52:20 | 134.32 | 98% |
| 9517 | 2022-07-29 00:57:03 | 132.57 | 97% |
| 9514 | 2022-07-29 00:54:29 | 128.68 | 97% |
| 7454 | 2020-11-14 18:38:25 | 132.63 | 97% |
| 3892 | 2020-10-03 16:13:10 | 112.79 | 97% |
| 2807 | 2020-09-07 22:05:48 | 114.19 | 97% |
| 1441 | 2020-08-11 17:52:31 | 92.88 | 96% |