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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1195 | 2018-12-08 12:24:40 | 74.46 | 97% |
97 | 2018-01-07 16:32:22 | 63.60 | 97% |