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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 180 | 2019-09-17 15:48:04 | 45.12 | 91% |
| 81 | 2019-09-10 15:51:53 | 51.54 | 95% |