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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1002 | 2018-04-10 20:32:04 | 54.98 | 93% |
| 47 | 2018-03-04 13:33:44 | 59.56 | 93% |