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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4232 | 2024-05-11 13:15:10 | 92.86 | 97.3% |
| 3402 | 2023-08-21 00:26:28 | 82.60 | 96% |
| 3244 | 2023-07-13 04:12:02 | 94.04 | 96.6% |
| 2484 | 2022-09-16 06:32:41 | 87.04 | 96% |
| 218 | 2021-08-11 08:12:19 | 88.92 | 97% |