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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21408 | 2019-07-02 05:27:42 | 96.68 | 98% |
| 20933 | 2019-06-11 04:16:09 | 97.53 | 98% |
| 20531 | 2019-06-06 05:11:53 | 85.90 | 98% |
| 13973 | 2017-02-02 22:31:15 | 97.07 | 97% |
| 12694 | 2016-11-11 04:21:50 | 95.53 | 97% |
| 11393 | 2016-06-18 16:25:18 | 96.73 | 99% |
| 11045 | 2016-06-03 01:00:59 | 96.69 | 99% |
| 10117 | 2016-04-28 03:24:20 | 86.87 | 98% |
| 9807 | 2016-04-13 03:24:50 | 83.99 | 95% |
| 9526 | 2016-03-31 03:31:33 | 93.23 | 98% |
| 8905 | 2016-03-01 04:53:12 | 96.19 | 99% |
| 7942 | 2015-10-18 19:01:43 | 96.88 | 98% |
| 7654 | 2015-08-13 04:51:00 | 87.87 | 95% |
| 7628 | 2015-08-13 03:11:23 | 89.41 | 97% |
| 7209 | 2015-06-21 18:09:16 | 79.72 | 93% |
| 7149 | 2015-06-19 04:24:09 | 82.44 | 95% |