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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15203 | 2017-04-26 13:40:53 | 76.81 | 97% |
| 14633 | 2017-01-12 21:38:32 | 78.18 | 95% |