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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3783 | 2018-10-09 22:48:15 | 97.35 | 97% |
| 2820 | 2018-09-18 19:45:29 | 88.91 | 96% |
| 1392 | 2018-08-28 04:43:23 | 79.52 | 96% |
| 455 | 2018-08-16 16:47:50 | 66.79 | 95% |