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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1509 | 2016-12-16 01:59:01 | 38.13 | 87% |
128 | 2016-10-07 01:44:39 | 33.95 | 88% |