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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 274 | 2016-12-13 04:11:26 | 60.97 | 86% |
| 168 | 2016-12-02 05:39:09 | 54.08 | 91% |
| 22 | 2016-10-16 23:22:19 | 61.80 | 92% |