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 |
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2982 | 2017-09-19 11:05:07 | 48.95 | 96% |
957 | 2016-12-09 13:20:59 | 48.03 | 93% |