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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11757 | 2019-05-22 02:58:37 | 67.96 | 97% |
| 4726 | 2018-10-08 09:47:33 | 59.19 | 97% |