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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22275 | 2019-06-30 20:22:10 | 113.67 | 97% |
| 18109 | 2018-08-19 00:27:41 | 88.64 | 95% |
| 15463 | 2018-01-10 06:51:02 | 106.93 | 96% |