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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8101 | 2019-09-03 06:46:53 | 80.98 | 97% |
| 4850 | 2018-06-04 05:36:48 | 66.93 | 94% |