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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 48036 | 2024-02-18 15:38:56 | 125.39 | 97.1% |
| 46469 | 2023-11-07 14:56:34 | 135.47 | 98.1% |
| 45082 | 2023-09-24 14:52:41 | 113.14 | 96.2% |
| 34756 | 2022-12-23 16:23:18 | 117.02 | 98% |
| 34607 | 2022-12-17 13:24:16 | 99.18 | 97% |
| 31094 | 2022-09-11 17:07:59 | 116.81 | 98% |
| 31071 | 2022-09-11 16:35:50 | 106.74 | 96% |
| 28673 | 2022-06-03 15:17:37 | 105.34 | 96% |
| 26235 | 2022-03-15 06:13:46 | 98.81 | 96% |
| 14331 | 2021-07-17 14:35:08 | 123.63 | 98% |
| 8046 | 2021-04-21 16:50:48 | 83.01 | 96% |