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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3472 | 2017-08-10 17:04:20 | 49.33 | 96% |
| 2995 | 2017-07-31 20:26:22 | 40.46 | 95% |