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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5217 | 2017-02-11 00:26:26 | 86.05 | 94% |
| 5088 | 2017-02-07 00:08:29 | 79.17 | 91% |