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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2498 | 2018-12-28 05:31:41 | 76.34 | 97% |
| 818 | 2018-04-10 20:31:59 | 60.15 | 95% |