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 |
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703 | 2017-08-17 02:35:50 | 53.04 | 96% |
186 | 2017-08-08 13:45:50 | 47.78 | 94% |