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 |
---|---|---|---|
32302 | 2016-07-08 15:06:53 | 108.42 | 96% |
32240 | 2016-07-07 16:47:01 | 121.09 | 98% |
32145 | 2016-07-07 13:09:00 | 111.29 | 95% |
31270 | 2016-07-01 17:52:56 | 112.25 | 97% |
30345 | 2016-03-17 13:52:12 | 100.18 | 93% |
29982 | 2016-03-12 00:48:10 | 118.00 | 98% |
29429 | 2016-02-27 17:44:33 | 101.05 | 96% |
28850 | 2015-11-18 09:48:57 | 108.14 | 97% |
28478 | 2015-11-06 19:25:57 | 109.08 | 98% |
28210 | 2015-09-18 09:33:28 | 95.69 | 91% |
27921 | 2015-09-14 11:56:29 | 101.96 | 97% |
27842 | 2015-09-14 07:23:52 | 110.83 | 97% |
27553 | 2015-08-16 10:45:59 | 104.68 | 97% |
27204 | 2015-07-26 00:13:35 | 93.06 | 93% |
26324 | 2015-06-26 22:40:16 | 95.55 | 93% |
25141 | 2015-05-27 11:28:02 | 91.67 | 93% |
24537 | 2015-05-02 21:40:54 | 109.74 | 99% |
24261 | 2015-04-05 23:59:29 | 89.23 | 93% |