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 |
---|---|---|---|
1281 | 2018-08-25 16:39:50 | 61.95 | 95% |
1138 | 2018-06-01 02:48:10 | 84.40 | 96% |
125 | 2018-01-25 19:08:12 | 56.89 | 94% |