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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 48874 | 2018-04-07 21:31:05 | 111.54 | 98% |
| 30780 | 2017-09-01 20:01:41 | 62.68 | 98% |
| 25058 | 2017-07-14 02:05:15 | 103.50 | 99% |
| 19471 | 2017-05-25 02:13:47 | 111.64 | 98% |