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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28934 | 2024-03-19 21:06:37 | 95.49 | 97.2% |
| 26945 | 2023-02-19 10:43:36 | 97.58 | 97% |
| 23323 | 2022-05-09 16:56:28 | 75.73 | 95% |
| 21553 | 2022-04-24 12:36:21 | 84.08 | 95% |
| 18544 | 2022-03-23 05:21:58 | 86.46 | 97% |
| 17821 | 2022-03-15 09:10:52 | 91.54 | 97% |
| 14816 | 2022-02-04 11:31:42 | 81.98 | 96% |
| 13270 | 2021-12-26 16:57:28 | 80.74 | 97% |
| 12207 | 2021-12-18 08:09:57 | 77.86 | 97% |
| 11266 | 2021-12-05 13:56:19 | 79.42 | 96% |
| 8181 | 2021-11-06 17:12:53 | 77.63 | 97% |
| 4705 | 2019-12-12 06:37:26 | 63.54 | 94% |
| 4210 | 2019-11-12 14:45:24 | 59.46 | 95% |
| 2082 | 2019-10-04 16:38:15 | 70.50 | 96% |