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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 312 | 2017-06-21 03:22:44 | 38.88 | 92% |
| 191 | 2017-06-14 20:53:26 | 41.86 | 94% |