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 |
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1786 | 2016-10-08 13:42:09 | 51.51 | 94% |
1727 | 2016-10-06 14:28:42 | 50.51 | 97% |