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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4134 | 2018-01-11 00:25:35 | 64.00 | 97% |
| 3803 | 2016-12-12 03:29:33 | 62.48 | 93% |