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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16220 | 2019-10-06 11:14:41 | 83.94 | 98% |
| 15229 | 2019-05-18 15:14:00 | 73.49 | 98% |
| 14123 | 2018-10-07 05:31:43 | 76.05 | 99% |
| 11993 | 2016-08-12 19:13:40 | 82.90 | 99% |
| 11019 | 2016-04-19 02:57:42 | 84.57 | 100% |
| 10948 | 2016-04-13 15:48:00 | 81.42 | 98% |
| 10085 | 2016-02-24 21:04:03 | 78.49 | 96% |
| 9074 | 2015-10-25 12:37:19 | 80.22 | 98% |
| 8845 | 2015-10-15 02:24:28 | 73.59 | 96% |
| 8096 | 2015-09-23 02:22:06 | 74.35 | 93% |
| 7686 | 2015-09-06 04:37:58 | 65.16 | 89% |
| 7492 | 2015-09-03 23:48:21 | 70.40 | 94% |
| 7477 | 2015-09-03 18:10:59 | 80.24 | 99% |
| 7462 | 2015-09-01 22:43:31 | 76.27 | 97% |
| 7428 | 2015-08-31 22:53:01 | 80.18 | 98% |
| 6465 | 2015-05-09 11:24:42 | 69.85 | 94% |