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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 710 | 2017-06-27 10:23:49 | 42.64 | 94% |
| 94 | 2017-05-03 08:51:45 | 39.81 | 85% |