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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33237 | 2023-01-29 02:33:16 | 53.12 | 98% |
| 32705 | 2023-01-18 03:46:37 | 52.37 | 98% |
| 31262 | 2022-11-27 04:25:57 | 41.56 | 95% |
| 28901 | 2022-08-15 05:44:31 | 53.41 | 97% |
| 25340 | 2022-02-19 10:02:21 | 46.03 | 97% |
| 23093 | 2021-12-15 18:33:30 | 35.92 | 95% |
| 21297 | 2021-11-13 22:14:38 | 54.26 | 99% |
| 16594 | 2021-05-18 15:26:23 | 42.79 | 96% |
| 14904 | 2021-04-19 01:35:23 | 50.61 | 99% |
| 10367 | 2021-01-16 03:27:40 | 45.32 | 98% |