Friday morning Qwilleran sat at his typewriter and stared at the row of keys that spelled q-w-e-r-t-y-u-i-o-p. He hated that word, qwertyuiop; it meant that he was stymied, that he should be writing brilliant copy, and that he hadn't an idea in his head.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 681 | 2018-12-12 10:02:42 | 68.04 | 94% |
| 674 | 2018-12-12 09:19:55 | 58.22 | 93% |