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 |
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1163 | 2017-11-11 16:40:29 | 36.55 | 95% |
39 | 2017-09-04 13:26:44 | 30.48 | 95% |