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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4308 | 2019-09-20 05:56:15 | 58.06 | 95% |
| 3726 | 2019-08-29 15:04:47 | 60.32 | 97% |