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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 384 | 2018-02-10 02:36:32 | 61.92 | 94% |
| 128 | 2018-01-11 01:06:42 | 63.52 | 96% |