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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17079 | 2019-08-13 18:00:38 | 69.27 | 99% |
| 15918 | 2017-06-01 22:35:47 | 65.22 | 96% |