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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14089 | 2024-04-19 21:47:41 | 115.69 | 98% |
| 10754 | 2022-12-21 00:15:53 | 114.39 | 99% |
| 8118 | 2022-03-11 18:35:40 | 95.86 | 96% |
| 6312 | 2021-11-15 06:28:38 | 99.37 | 98% |
| 2305 | 2021-01-15 20:49:55 | 100.17 | 98% |