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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3280 | 2019-07-24 05:39:05 | 85.32 | 97% |
545 | 2018-08-06 03:50:16 | 77.00 | 95% |