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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11361 | 2017-02-04 14:19:55 | 58.54 | 95% |
| 9981 | 2016-10-11 13:27:05 | 52.52 | 93% |
| 9189 | 2016-09-10 03:36:31 | 58.51 | 97% |
| 8746 | 2016-08-16 13:55:02 | 59.53 | 95% |
| 7875 | 2016-06-10 17:04:07 | 49.15 | 91% |
| 7441 | 2016-05-22 09:09:00 | 53.96 | 95% |
| 6071 | 2016-03-15 13:45:04 | 48.49 | 91% |
| 6002 | 2016-03-14 07:57:02 | 60.51 | 95% |
| 5969 | 2016-03-11 14:01:58 | 55.19 | 95% |
| 5944 | 2016-03-10 12:56:28 | 53.52 | 92% |
| 5833 | 2016-03-06 08:07:57 | 55.40 | 94% |
| 5218 | 2016-02-21 05:23:38 | 58.30 | 97% |
| 4863 | 2016-02-14 08:34:47 | 55.44 | 94% |
| 4317 | 2016-02-02 07:20:21 | 49.03 | 91% |
| 3392 | 2016-01-12 13:06:35 | 46.74 | 92% |
| 2445 | 2015-12-29 15:32:08 | 43.59 | 93% |
| 2339 | 2015-12-25 13:45:51 | 47.38 | 95% |
| 2335 | 2015-12-25 13:39:28 | 45.53 | 94% |
| 759 | 2015-05-23 03:49:44 | 37.29 | 91% |