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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26883 | 2018-03-23 20:34:17 | 116.24 | 98% |
| 25883 | 2018-02-28 17:51:27 | 121.87 | 98% |
| 22885 | 2018-01-22 15:41:23 | 80.74 | 96% |
| 21898 | 2018-01-12 17:03:37 | 107.46 | 98% |
| 17664 | 2017-12-07 16:35:48 | 111.65 | 98% |
| 16427 | 2017-11-14 05:14:52 | 124.82 | 99% |
| 14663 | 2016-11-22 03:03:57 | 114.00 | 93% |
| 13242 | 2016-04-04 05:59:19 | 103.30 | 92% |
| 13229 | 2016-03-30 21:12:39 | 94.97 | 94% |
| 13145 | 2016-02-24 23:26:12 | 94.31 | 96% |
| 12269 | 2015-08-03 22:53:46 | 92.14 | 90% |
| 11238 | 2015-07-12 15:08:57 | 107.03 | 97% |
| 10669 | 2015-05-08 06:22:05 | 94.08 | 90% |
| 10659 | 2015-05-08 06:13:50 | 101.37 | 97% |
| 10619 | 2015-05-06 08:02:21 | 101.43 | 96% |