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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3075 | 2018-11-20 14:12:24 | 53.86 | 97% |
| 2407 | 2018-03-17 13:12:53 | 51.84 | 98% |