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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 258 | 2018-11-28 15:42:24 | 67.61 | 94% |
| 231 | 2018-11-28 13:47:23 | 66.74 | 95% |