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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1454 | 2019-01-20 21:24:30 | 68.79 | 96% |
| 1392 | 2019-01-19 21:50:51 | 56.09 | 92% |