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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 72196 | 2024-05-30 17:48:34 | 69.70 | 97.3% |
| 60248 | 2023-08-29 21:35:10 | 85.57 | 98% |
| 54853 | 2023-05-29 15:21:48 | 79.65 | 97% |
| 51853 | 2023-01-13 12:26:07 | 86.50 | 99% |
| 49536 | 2022-07-30 15:11:25 | 80.61 | 97% |
| 47066 | 2022-05-06 09:43:49 | 81.56 | 98% |
| 45581 | 2021-09-29 15:17:31 | 80.26 | 98% |
| 42972 | 2021-06-15 23:39:05 | 70.82 | 97% |
| 40252 | 2021-02-04 19:16:54 | 82.57 | 98.3% |
| 30590 | 2020-08-28 16:26:27 | 68.38 | 97% |
| 30434 | 2020-08-25 17:25:47 | 74.06 | 97% |
| 21501 | 2019-03-26 15:36:22 | 77.97 | 98% |
| 14942 | 2016-03-04 09:58:14 | 80.84 | 97% |
| 14646 | 2015-08-23 13:12:47 | 69.50 | 93% |