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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 61919 | 2019-08-06 13:05:09 | 171.66 | 100% |
| 50335 | 2019-02-05 03:42:51 | 160.32 | 99% |
| 38030 | 2018-09-24 15:27:07 | 167.62 | 99% |
| 36481 | 2018-09-11 02:16:46 | 153.31 | 99% |
| 35106 | 2018-08-31 13:38:28 | 155.86 | 100% |
| 32195 | 2018-07-20 02:49:00 | 159.27 | 99% |
| 24874 | 2017-12-12 16:37:21 | 142.09 | 99% |
| 18444 | 2016-03-10 16:45:59 | 149.45 | 95% |
| 17813 | 2016-02-17 16:26:07 | 142.24 | 89% |
| 16934 | 2016-01-26 00:21:16 | 140.94 | 92% |
| 15578 | 2015-10-02 03:53:34 | 155.94 | 99% |
| 15008 | 2015-08-10 15:55:46 | 159.76 | 98% |
| 14533 | 2015-07-24 02:51:04 | 151.65 | 94% |
| 13960 | 2015-06-30 06:59:09 | 161.93 | 100% |
| 13211 | 2015-04-06 06:40:43 | 165.86 | 100% |