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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4535 | 2017-11-23 03:49:48 | 80.55 | 96% |
| 4384 | 2017-11-13 04:06:21 | 82.32 | 97% |