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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7864 | 2017-06-28 18:45:32 | 44.88 | 92% |
| 4290 | 2017-05-01 17:48:46 | 48.64 | 94% |
| 1381 | 2017-03-16 20:52:54 | 38.15 | 85% |