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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8747 | 2019-02-14 17:51:08 | 62.98 | 93% |
| 7783 | 2018-12-12 16:15:34 | 74.18 | 94% |
| 6704 | 2018-11-15 02:11:28 | 70.41 | 95% |
| 4844 | 2018-06-02 20:23:56 | 61.02 | 94% |