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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5575 | 2017-05-22 18:39:05 | 83.25 | 100% |
| 5364 | 2017-03-02 00:09:00 | 75.04 | 93% |