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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3384 | 2017-08-17 19:51:01 | 69.97 | 97% |
| 2767 | 2017-07-24 17:38:44 | 59.45 | 95% |