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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40618 | 2024-03-09 14:56:50 | 85.32 | 96.7% |
| 40269 | 2024-03-03 18:39:40 | 96.31 | 96.8% |
| 40049 | 2024-02-28 06:37:28 | 89.89 | 96.9% |
| 30260 | 2023-10-03 08:58:58 | 91.68 | 97% |
| 29763 | 2023-09-29 23:27:13 | 84.95 | 96.7% |
| 26605 | 2023-08-25 23:25:07 | 101.58 | 98% |
| 15402 | 2023-05-06 17:50:27 | 95.85 | 98% |
| 9663 | 2023-03-10 02:18:10 | 85.22 | 96% |
| 8999 | 2023-03-05 18:37:26 | 85.79 | 97% |
| 7674 | 2023-02-21 13:39:37 | 84.19 | 97% |
| 2787 | 2022-12-26 18:46:19 | 75.34 | 96% |
| 2431 | 2022-12-23 05:47:26 | 73.02 | 98% |