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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2127 | 2017-06-17 00:01:48 | 52.90 | 95% |
251 | 2017-03-06 01:17:57 | 51.11 | 92% |