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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7358 | 2023-10-19 07:52:11 | 79.33 | 95% |
| 5839 | 2023-08-14 05:49:34 | 83.80 | 96% |
| 4499 | 2022-11-20 09:47:32 | 72.50 | 94% |
| 4186 | 2022-10-22 07:17:11 | 80.27 | 96% |
| 2124 | 2022-06-06 09:09:02 | 65.70 | 95% |
| 1432 | 2022-05-20 12:25:40 | 66.29 | 94% |