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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254 | 2018-01-07 16:32:14 | 75.15 | 98% |
201 | 2018-01-07 09:20:37 | 62.00 | 96% |