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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3344 | 2017-04-05 12:31:23 | 69.00 | 88% |
| 3082 | 2017-03-29 15:14:39 | 64.25 | 88% |
| 2876 | 2017-03-27 15:22:46 | 73.87 | 90% |