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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 558 | 2017-04-06 23:42:32 | 49.81 | 89% |
| 206 | 2017-03-23 13:05:29 | 56.93 | 95% |
| 72 | 2017-03-22 14:26:07 | 56.81 | 96% |