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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 525 | 2020-01-23 20:16:21 | 78.42 | 97% |
| 136 | 2019-09-24 21:20:35 | 71.75 | 97% |