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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2365 | 2017-08-24 02:32:54 | 41.62 | 96% |
| 1783 | 2017-06-23 04:23:05 | 25.88 | 92% |
| 1355 | 2017-05-10 02:33:20 | 36.58 | 94% |