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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 600 | 2017-05-29 01:20:36 | 46.79 | 86% |
| 16 | 2017-04-14 23:12:33 | 31.68 | 90% |