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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47231 | 2022-07-21 21:21:50 | 151.84 | 99% |
| 44014 | 2020-03-30 21:19:33 | 138.55 | 98% |
| 39528 | 2019-04-02 10:58:28 | 150.21 | 99% |
| 22779 | 2017-05-24 01:06:50 | 141.59 | 94% |
| 21338 | 2017-02-25 18:18:31 | 145.09 | 97% |
| 15082 | 2016-06-02 17:12:40 | 142.27 | 97% |
| 14558 | 2016-04-22 19:43:11 | 127.39 | 91% |
| 14121 | 2016-01-26 23:08:44 | 130.84 | 89% |
| 13092 | 2015-11-05 18:09:08 | 140.39 | 90% |
| 12865 | 2015-10-17 14:32:32 | 144.17 | 97% |
| 11610 | 2015-07-06 19:23:04 | 155.30 | 96% |
| 11020 | 2015-06-07 21:12:14 | 131.45 | 89% |
| 10442 | 2015-05-15 13:02:51 | 151.46 | 98% |
| 9933 | 2015-04-25 16:01:04 | 127.13 | 91% |
| 9488 | 2015-04-04 20:20:27 | 129.22 | 92% |