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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 127 | 2016-10-30 19:49:28 | 43.98 | 97% |
| 1 | 2016-10-25 15:17:38 | 33.10 | 88% |