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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13650 | 2020-05-20 21:43:29 | 103.67 | 99% |
| 9409 | 2016-11-04 18:19:38 | 91.77 | 93% |
| 8000 | 2016-10-22 10:23:18 | 96.90 | 96% |
| 7949 | 2016-10-21 10:36:35 | 112.00 | 98% |
| 6745 | 2016-09-29 15:14:13 | 82.18 | 94% |
| 6330 | 2016-09-20 14:01:23 | 92.26 | 95% |
| 5623 | 2016-06-28 19:11:23 | 98.15 | 97% |
| 5518 | 2016-06-27 19:57:52 | 93.33 | 98% |
| 5453 | 2016-06-23 00:58:39 | 96.17 | 96% |
| 4641 | 2016-06-20 05:03:55 | 97.07 | 97% |
| 4413 | 2016-06-18 07:16:04 | 97.93 | 98% |
| 3981 | 2016-06-17 20:26:27 | 98.96 | 98% |
| 3751 | 2016-06-16 05:03:00 | 91.02 | 99% |
| 2681 | 2015-09-07 00:47:02 | 93.76 | 98% |
| 2602 | 2015-09-06 19:12:23 | 89.38 | 95% |
| 1361 | 2015-06-17 09:10:48 | 84.49 | 95% |