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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1909 | 2018-02-02 06:09:32 | 51.66 | 96% |
| 1802 | 2018-01-24 22:53:43 | 51.84 | 96% |