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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 64787 | 2023-08-21 01:56:45 | 185.93 | 99.2% |
| 60792 | 2023-04-07 23:13:34 | 169.61 | 98% |
| 58947 | 2023-03-23 23:38:24 | 177.29 | 97% |
| 56665 | 2023-03-11 18:21:43 | 186.05 | 99% |
| 47302 | 2022-12-06 02:00:18 | 173.69 | 98% |
| 45457 | 2022-11-05 20:01:17 | 176.37 | 98% |
| 39981 | 2022-08-24 20:40:52 | 181.54 | 99% |
| 39289 | 2022-08-07 23:03:43 | 183.32 | 100% |
| 36981 | 2022-05-08 18:05:48 | 144.55 | 97% |
| 36081 | 2022-04-24 04:09:11 | 161.85 | 98% |
| 25377 | 2021-12-23 19:16:26 | 164.74 | 98% |
| 14877 | 2021-05-18 01:44:48 | 176.86 | 100% |
| 9196 | 2021-03-08 03:04:25 | 159.79 | 99% |
| 4860 | 2020-12-04 20:08:29 | 164.53 | 99% |