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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4517 | 2018-01-12 00:26:10 | 78.33 | 98% |
| 2377 | 2017-12-19 23:03:15 | 76.59 | 98% |