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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1888 | 2017-08-01 15:18:18 | 39.39 | 96% |
| 780 | 2017-04-22 05:02:31 | 28.90 | 88% |
| 199 | 2017-03-31 14:53:46 | 29.62 | 88% |