Text race history for Sadge (elusoryx)

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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
3559 2016-02-22 17:23:50 131.65 97%
2335 2015-04-12 12:18:16 132.26 94%
2059 2015-04-11 17:15:09 123.75 95%