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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1496 | 2017-09-17 00:07:24 | 56.48 | 97% |
729 | 2016-09-03 00:32:08 | 35.20 | 87% |