Text race history for Jammie (typos_z)

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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
3562 2021-06-10 19:38:13 190.24 99%
1270 2021-05-03 17:14:02 165.03 97%
669 2021-04-20 21:45:37 161.46 97%