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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 876 | 2017-03-10 13:57:42 | 52.82 | 93% |
| 199 | 2017-01-29 12:50:02 | 44.70 | 94% |