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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 52527 | 2021-11-06 17:20:25 | 120.78 | 96% |
| 45556 | 2019-12-24 17:04:14 | 97.52 | 95% |
| 42885 | 2019-09-20 19:42:30 | 115.40 | 97% |
| 41249 | 2019-07-23 18:11:37 | 118.90 | 95% |
| 30872 | 2018-12-25 00:05:56 | 123.81 | 96% |
| 28103 | 2018-11-04 14:00:35 | 101.78 | 97% |
| 23726 | 2018-08-31 16:56:15 | 135.07 | 98% |
| 23472 | 2018-08-27 17:01:58 | 126.10 | 96% |
| 22267 | 2018-08-15 22:02:26 | 119.82 | 95% |
| 20881 | 2018-07-23 14:52:14 | 135.70 | 96% |
| 4630 | 2017-04-06 19:56:30 | 111.63 | 91% |
| 4526 | 2017-04-04 15:56:52 | 98.63 | 92% |
| 3492 | 2017-03-07 18:34:54 | 91.97 | 85% |
| 3097 | 2017-02-24 18:58:04 | 110.27 | 91% |
| 3087 | 2017-02-24 15:06:55 | 122.64 | 95% |
| 1915 | 2017-01-27 12:28:36 | 93.69 | 88% |
| 503 | 2016-10-14 12:21:42 | 92.49 | 86% |