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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26331 | 2023-12-03 11:51:40 | 113.14 | 98% |
| 24915 | 2023-11-08 09:54:26 | 111.66 | 98.5% |
| 21472 | 2023-01-16 22:02:55 | 100.35 | 97% |
| 19692 | 2022-11-13 20:17:56 | 111.03 | 98% |
| 16897 | 2022-10-25 11:27:31 | 93.54 | 97% |
| 12376 | 2022-09-20 19:11:27 | 110.58 | 99% |
| 11447 | 2022-07-21 21:41:14 | 108.26 | 98% |
| 7477 | 2022-06-05 02:39:25 | 106.44 | 99% |
| 4062 | 2017-11-18 20:57:43 | 110.34 | 100% |
| 3714 | 2017-10-26 14:51:41 | 105.01 | 99% |
| 1887 | 2017-08-04 20:37:42 | 95.10 | 98% |
| 1256 | 2015-08-13 14:24:07 | 86.15 | 95% |