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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 57967 | 2022-01-17 10:40:43 | 56.42 | 95% |
| 51085 | 2021-03-09 09:30:59 | 92.37 | 98% |
| 50246 | 2021-02-19 12:05:23 | 106.19 | 99.5% |
| 49150 | 2021-01-26 08:10:59 | 98.09 | 98% |
| 40665 | 2020-10-12 15:20:06 | 99.13 | 98% |
| 39044 | 2020-09-22 10:17:32 | 97.02 | 99% |
| 35029 | 2020-06-10 13:13:57 | 94.22 | 98% |
| 25284 | 2019-12-24 17:04:17 | 92.30 | 98% |
| 21562 | 2019-11-13 13:36:57 | 88.20 | 98% |
| 20917 | 2019-10-31 16:42:48 | 97.81 | 98% |
| 19280 | 2019-10-10 16:32:21 | 82.22 | 97% |
| 18013 | 2019-09-22 07:00:35 | 81.23 | 97% |
| 13229 | 2019-04-28 13:36:03 | 86.72 | 97% |
| 11779 | 2019-04-18 12:48:51 | 80.73 | 98% |
| 10044 | 2019-03-31 14:10:17 | 77.96 | 97% |