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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 647 | 2016-12-15 18:50:53 | 54.76 | 89% |
| 439 | 2016-09-06 17:06:25 | 48.55 | 88% |