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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6955 | 2019-10-23 00:17:16 | 80.66 | 95% |
| 1389 | 2019-05-27 02:31:28 | 76.38 | 96% |