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 |
---|---|---|---|
69434 | 2023-07-03 04:58:58 | 71.90 | 95% |
67260 | 2023-02-01 07:31:09 | 107.05 | 98% |
60894 | 2022-10-27 11:55:46 | 96.17 | 98% |
58991 | 2022-08-26 08:38:42 | 96.76 | 97% |
58090 | 2022-07-15 23:02:49 | 89.16 | 97% |
55216 | 2022-03-20 20:10:04 | 109.43 | 99% |
48849 | 2021-06-22 08:34:35 | 97.31 | 97% |
43250 | 2021-02-10 13:11:50 | 102.08 | 96% |
33937 | 2020-10-08 09:33:32 | 95.75 | 97% |
32041 | 2020-09-06 05:00:40 | 78.91 | 97% |
30379 | 2020-08-12 06:18:06 | 92.92 | 97% |
25436 | 2020-06-03 17:08:23 | 103.80 | 98% |
24999 | 2020-05-13 15:05:01 | 86.48 | 96% |
20352 | 2019-09-29 12:31:59 | 88.22 | 97% |
13206 | 2019-03-22 02:19:55 | 87.21 | 97% |
12146 | 2019-03-10 16:43:49 | 82.71 | 95% |
5160 | 2018-11-09 05:37:25 | 69.48 | 95% |