So, after end of shift, which was too early for being a minimum wage hourly paid job (3 hours, bruh) I spoke with a coworker.
I basically said I rather take my time, since working longer means more money, and that I even take the time to double or triple check the counts of things since I prefer to do it accurately rather than fast.

After saying something along the lines of “If I don’t get a negative point for low speed, it’s probably good enough.” I heard a familiar voice:
“Come look at your speed -”

Aaaaæäãæâåæuuæaâä, my throat tightened, my eyes looking for source of the voice somewhere on my left. They find a gap between boxes, just large enough to see the eyes of flaming doom. My doom.
My legs, almost on their own, start making coordinated movements that move the upper part of my body around the boxes towards my boss who’s staring at a laptop screen, all while my brain resonates “I done fucked up”.
My body now standing at the destination, few steps away from where I was, but still a mile road away. My mind clears enough to ask the eyes for what they see. They see a glowing rectangle, a laptop screen, thousands of squares from far away forming an image of a spreadsheet. One line a different shade, higlighted, it bears my name.
Far below average, in fact the slowest.
Boss standing on my right dooms me with final verdict, “That is slow enough for a negative point.”
Indeed, one third the average speed today. Worker x 0.3, one third.

I was just told I don’t need to count everything twice (or thrice which I haven’t mentioned but sometimes do as I distrust myself), and that small mistakes in accuracy are tolerated.
And also that she noticed me being below the average quite often. I wish I had access to those statistics.

Damn.