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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3142 | 2017-06-21 03:22:18 | 57.44 | 97% |
2312 | 2016-12-24 00:30:50 | 57.50 | 92% |
1358 | 2016-09-19 03:58:58 | 49.42 | 86% |