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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3588 | 2018-03-16 10:21:05 | 55.96 | 96% |
| 2125 | 2017-03-01 21:45:29 | 50.79 | 89% |