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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 672 | 2016-11-18 14:54:29 | 38.68 | 86% |
| 547 | 2016-11-10 13:26:15 | 29.63 | 83% |