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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19975 | 2017-09-23 12:00:59 | 58.56 | 97% |
| 12435 | 2017-04-15 13:10:50 | 48.52 | 86% |
| 9992 | 2017-03-08 15:20:07 | 53.73 | 93% |
| 9270 | 2017-02-16 07:45:56 | 46.10 | 91% |
| 9171 | 2017-02-13 16:47:27 | 55.86 | 95% |
| 9160 | 2017-02-13 16:33:53 | 45.23 | 89% |
| 7345 | 2017-01-18 17:37:50 | 51.31 | 94% |
| 6402 | 2016-11-12 11:33:34 | 54.01 | 97% |
| 6166 | 2016-11-11 15:10:10 | 43.52 | 89% |
| 4765 | 2016-10-27 03:29:56 | 44.89 | 92% |
| 2835 | 2016-10-03 16:15:26 | 55.94 | 94% |
| 2106 | 2016-09-11 13:12:57 | 51.29 | 95% |