Text race history for Jesus (johangodinho123)

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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
11069 2022-06-24 09:27:40 80.17 95%
10301 2022-02-23 18:01:54 94.07 97%
9457 2021-04-17 17:10:52 72.48 95%
4219 2020-06-24 21:43:36 66.40 94%