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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10412 | 2023-10-22 13:01:24 | 72.02 | 95.4% |
| 9598 | 2023-07-28 06:32:53 | 99.48 | 98% |
| 8670 | 2023-05-30 04:55:09 | 82.65 | 97% |
| 8490 | 2023-05-20 11:23:11 | 87.56 | 97% |
| 5154 | 2023-01-07 14:47:38 | 72.09 | 98% |
| 2393 | 2022-10-09 14:22:18 | 67.33 | 95% |
| 958 | 2022-06-24 07:13:21 | 64.79 | 97% |
| 284 | 2022-06-11 08:55:19 | 61.84 | 97% |