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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14202 | 2019-02-03 22:08:49 | 111.80 | 98% |
| 13361 | 2018-12-09 12:24:49 | 101.15 | 97% |
| 11721 | 2018-07-21 17:22:30 | 129.58 | 100% |
| 11637 | 2018-07-21 14:30:36 | 113.32 | 98% |