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 |
---|---|---|---|
26104 | 2024-03-11 19:46:32 | 121.80 | 98% |
25106 | 2024-02-25 22:13:06 | 119.34 | 98.5% |
21326 | 2023-12-05 00:37:22 | 112.36 | 98.7% |
14381 | 2022-03-05 21:25:03 | 97.96 | 97% |
11627 | 2021-11-03 17:49:00 | 91.34 | 97% |
6875 | 2019-10-31 16:42:49 | 95.81 | 97% |
6124 | 2019-02-06 21:47:51 | 93.19 | 98% |
5311 | 2018-09-11 16:36:27 | 92.12 | 98% |
4336 | 2018-01-13 03:51:17 | 93.45 | 97% |
3914 | 2017-11-17 00:31:00 | 87.32 | 96% |
3898 | 2017-11-17 00:13:45 | 80.14 | 95% |
3782 | 2017-11-10 19:36:59 | 93.88 | 96% |
1510 | 2016-10-21 20:33:28 | 85.23 | 93% |
1037 | 2016-03-27 02:37:10 | 75.17 | 91% |
937 | 2016-03-19 04:28:38 | 60.42 | 90% |
443 | 2016-01-14 04:29:34 | 70.13 | 93% |
338 | 2016-01-04 07:57:42 | 68.08 | 95% |
299 | 2015-12-28 06:35:25 | 64.60 | 92% |