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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4486 | 2017-10-29 12:02:42 | 53.81 | 95% |
| 4135 | 2017-10-24 17:16:16 | 54.02 | 95% |