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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1754 | 2016-11-07 21:38:55 | 54.43 | 98% |
| 1692 | 2016-09-30 18:00:36 | 50.18 | 98% |