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 |
---|---|---|---|
14954 | 2017-02-18 18:01:05 | 79.55 | 96% |
14076 | 2016-12-18 21:34:01 | 75.15 | 94% |
13787 | 2016-12-05 18:19:30 | 77.16 | 93% |
13260 | 2016-11-07 03:21:50 | 75.22 | 94% |
13041 | 2016-10-27 03:58:00 | 70.59 | 92% |
12366 | 2016-06-14 22:41:08 | 62.23 | 90% |
12294 | 2016-06-01 14:48:53 | 75.71 | 93% |
11702 | 2016-04-13 13:21:36 | 76.11 | 95% |
11011 | 2016-02-29 22:38:06 | 79.02 | 96% |
10053 | 2015-12-23 16:55:15 | 75.16 | 94% |
10019 | 2015-12-22 14:14:42 | 68.90 | 94% |
7274 | 2015-06-28 16:27:13 | 61.94 | 90% |
7000 | 2015-06-23 21:33:35 | 68.21 | 96% |
6826 | 2015-06-20 13:12:52 | 69.19 | 95% |
6492 | 2015-06-13 19:30:36 | 66.91 | 94% |
5920 | 2015-05-24 23:22:58 | 70.69 | 96% |
5533 | 2015-05-15 02:04:42 | 63.82 | 93% |
5523 | 2015-05-15 01:53:18 | 64.33 | 93% |
4824 | 2015-04-18 21:11:16 | 66.31 | 93% |