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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6033 | 2017-07-09 08:24:21 | 53.01 | 95% |
| 5980 | 2017-05-25 04:08:51 | 61.51 | 95% |