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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3591 | 2019-06-11 22:52:28 | 56.22 | 95% |
| 2868 | 2018-12-30 02:23:28 | 54.72 | 98% |
| 2637 | 2018-12-15 17:14:27 | 54.23 | 94% |