Text race history for Is there a self? (deckard_4)

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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
6979 2020-05-01 05:19:25 84.00 97%
5700 2020-04-16 21:51:42 86.78 97%
3183 2020-03-23 03:49:29 75.32 95%
3093 2020-03-20 21:50:17 75.26 96%