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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43717 | 2016-03-08 06:04:44 | 95.35 | 93% |
| 43432 | 2015-12-23 01:40:37 | 102.47 | 95% |
| 41699 | 2015-11-03 10:13:31 | 107.11 | 96% |
| 41260 | 2015-10-21 03:22:19 | 107.02 | 95% |
| 41206 | 2015-10-20 04:24:36 | 82.67 | 90% |
| 41140 | 2015-10-08 08:04:41 | 105.83 | 94% |
| 40478 | 2015-07-20 09:58:01 | 111.25 | 97% |
| 40317 | 2015-07-16 03:21:58 | 129.23 | 99% |
| 40213 | 2015-07-14 09:16:17 | 98.38 | 94% |
| 39846 | 2015-07-08 01:42:07 | 100.95 | 93% |
| 39447 | 2015-07-03 07:52:14 | 78.34 | 95% |
| 38790 | 2015-06-25 10:13:17 | 93.41 | 90% |
| 38585 | 2015-06-22 03:25:30 | 84.27 | 88% |
| 38160 | 2015-06-16 05:43:50 | 97.51 | 94% |
| 38046 | 2015-06-10 07:56:58 | 90.30 | 91% |
| 37568 | 2015-06-03 03:51:27 | 89.28 | 92% |