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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241 | 2016-12-28 15:14:56 | 48.61 | 95% |
55 | 2016-12-12 00:58:42 | 41.44 | 92% |