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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1110 | 2019-11-19 06:49:52 | 51.55 | 96% |
| 457 | 2018-12-14 02:37:00 | 53.91 | 97% |