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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19344 | 2018-07-04 20:14:17 | 129.36 | 98% |
| 18658 | 2018-03-13 23:05:33 | 139.57 | 99% |
| 12885 | 2017-06-06 00:00:57 | 114.95 | 98% |
| 12810 | 2017-06-03 08:28:18 | 117.45 | 94% |
| 12031 | 2017-05-09 00:43:36 | 122.77 | 96% |
| 11207 | 2017-03-31 02:15:14 | 117.16 | 95% |
| 10236 | 2017-02-12 08:28:43 | 113.41 | 94% |
| 9317 | 2016-12-29 04:50:06 | 113.24 | 95% |
| 8853 | 2016-12-16 03:43:44 | 106.77 | 95% |
| 8592 | 2016-12-11 23:45:18 | 107.88 | 92% |
| 6644 | 2016-11-05 02:05:30 | 108.00 | 93% |
| 6552 | 2016-10-31 23:06:50 | 110.47 | 93% |
| 5644 | 2016-09-10 00:15:56 | 114.26 | 91% |
| 4471 | 2016-03-22 04:05:04 | 107.68 | 93% |
| 3602 | 2016-01-26 02:45:45 | 117.23 | 94% |
| 3483 | 2016-01-20 23:16:51 | 105.93 | 96% |
| 2448 | 2015-10-31 03:56:54 | 103.19 | 91% |