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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11607 | 2018-03-05 22:50:12 | 118.82 | 98% |
| 2147 | 2017-08-28 12:25:56 | 134.83 | 100% |
| 2146 | 2017-08-28 12:23:45 | 119.53 | 99% |
| 844 | 2017-07-13 14:24:44 | 129.01 | 99% |