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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 104 | 2018-11-13 13:44:25 | 103.44 | 98% |
| 43 | 2018-11-11 12:56:05 | 83.22 | 98% |