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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2482 | 2017-08-08 21:05:55 | 83.35 | 97% |
1521 | 2017-06-29 04:55:24 | 69.79 | 96% |