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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1080 | 2016-11-12 19:37:17 | 53.52 | 96% |
| 757 | 2016-09-07 20:57:26 | 45.23 | 97% |