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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 632 | 2017-04-24 04:11:07 | 63.14 | 98% |
| 79 | 2016-10-19 21:58:46 | 37.24 | 88% |