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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1628 | 2018-02-10 09:15:32 | 52.57 | 96% |
| 1078 | 2017-09-20 12:13:49 | 54.06 | 97% |