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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13926 | 2018-09-19 15:46:56 | 76.22 | 97% |
| 12332 | 2017-08-15 12:59:29 | 69.78 | 94% |
| 11605 | 2017-06-06 12:58:30 | 80.82 | 97% |
| 10570 | 2017-02-23 10:19:03 | 76.98 | 91% |
| 9557 | 2016-10-05 07:24:12 | 70.20 | 88% |
| 7489 | 2015-12-05 12:19:23 | 70.30 | 92% |
| 7457 | 2015-12-04 07:44:44 | 69.49 | 93% |
| 7447 | 2015-12-04 07:06:29 | 66.69 | 91% |
| 7390 | 2015-12-01 13:56:54 | 74.45 | 93% |
| 6121 | 2015-10-10 06:42:53 | 66.50 | 93% |
| 3355 | 2015-07-28 16:12:29 | 55.20 | 90% |
| 3223 | 2015-07-25 18:51:09 | 56.44 | 93% |
| 2955 | 2015-07-13 16:52:59 | 54.97 | 91% |
| 2818 | 2015-07-07 05:07:46 | 58.50 | 91% |
| 2662 | 2015-06-28 12:27:09 | 52.83 | 90% |