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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36353 | 2023-07-14 15:49:42 | 108.72 | 99% |
| 15819 | 2017-11-10 23:46:22 | 86.50 | 97% |
| 11751 | 2017-07-19 01:31:30 | 98.30 | 98% |
| 8500 | 2016-12-24 00:06:25 | 107.87 | 99% |
| 7539 | 2016-11-19 06:52:30 | 99.79 | 97% |
| 7475 | 2016-11-18 22:39:06 | 97.18 | 98% |
| 6061 | 2016-11-04 07:00:57 | 81.63 | 92% |
| 5484 | 2016-10-30 03:54:59 | 106.73 | 100% |
| 5336 | 2016-10-29 04:45:27 | 89.94 | 98% |
| 4867 | 2016-10-24 05:38:02 | 84.69 | 96% |
| 3081 | 2016-09-07 01:35:38 | 82.32 | 95% |
| 990 | 2016-05-22 05:37:28 | 88.95 | 97% |
| 426 | 2016-04-02 06:11:04 | 81.54 | 97% |
| 108 | 2016-03-14 06:47:01 | 64.84 | 96% |
| 14 | 2016-02-01 22:59:19 | 59.05 | 95% |