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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 368 | 2017-05-08 17:46:30 | 34.87 | 84% |
| 173 | 2017-04-29 15:22:53 | 33.16 | 84% |