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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1857 | 2018-07-11 03:04:32 | 53.71 | 96% |
| 328 | 2018-05-27 03:02:54 | 50.23 | 97% |