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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 955 | 2018-02-21 21:04:40 | 95.64 | 96% |
| 755 | 2018-02-08 15:35:38 | 94.47 | 98% |