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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11365 | 2019-07-20 05:24:05 | 70.56 | 98% |
| 10884 | 2019-07-04 05:46:18 | 61.40 | 96% |
| 9140 | 2018-08-12 07:23:55 | 72.94 | 99% |
| 7659 | 2015-08-09 06:52:53 | 78.49 | 99% |
| 7607 | 2015-08-02 05:33:22 | 71.32 | 97% |
| 7115 | 2015-06-30 07:01:11 | 71.28 | 96% |
| 6655 | 2015-06-22 11:04:18 | 75.94 | 98% |
| 6602 | 2015-06-22 09:06:43 | 69.96 | 94% |
| 6462 | 2015-06-19 14:48:24 | 61.82 | 95% |
| 6121 | 2015-06-16 18:20:09 | 74.40 | 97% |
| 4678 | 2015-05-30 09:31:54 | 71.22 | 97% |
| 4189 | 2015-05-22 17:58:34 | 73.11 | 98% |
| 4164 | 2015-05-22 16:56:15 | 68.47 | 94% |
| 4015 | 2015-05-20 16:17:10 | 74.65 | 97% |
| 3710 | 2015-05-08 11:34:24 | 70.65 | 98% |