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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42603 | 2019-09-14 18:10:00 | 120.02 | 99% |
| 33198 | 2018-06-30 20:26:11 | 127.65 | 98% |