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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4825 | 2017-08-23 10:20:21 | 37.00 | 97% |
| 3428 | 2017-01-07 11:43:03 | 38.45 | 89% |