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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4879 | 2019-04-30 09:49:19 | 58.29 | 95% |
| 1428 | 2018-01-29 12:17:37 | 38.45 | 94% |
| 426 | 2018-01-13 06:03:47 | 51.62 | 95% |