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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 509 | 2018-11-23 09:31:15 | 88.81 | 95% |
| 270 | 2018-11-18 17:44:19 | 82.57 | 96% |