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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11044 | 2019-05-30 03:41:16 | 70.45 | 96% |
| 1844 | 2017-12-08 04:49:36 | 65.96 | 96% |