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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1501 | 2018-12-31 21:24:27 | 58.31 | 93% |
| 1409 | 2018-12-30 22:02:56 | 54.12 | 94% |