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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4852 | 2017-10-22 23:37:38 | 128.94 | 97% |
| 2624 | 2017-09-24 20:25:42 | 119.26 | 97% |
| 220 | 2017-08-17 19:15:44 | 116.53 | 98% |