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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22437 | 2019-07-15 14:18:57 | 82.97 | 98% |
| 19269 | 2017-06-09 09:58:40 | 78.21 | 98% |