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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2034 | 2017-02-28 12:10:04 | 61.23 | 90% |
1250 | 2016-12-29 07:08:30 | 56.41 | 91% |