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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 113 | 2017-05-04 18:08:24 | 98.62 | 97% |
| 67 | 2017-05-03 04:03:20 | 78.87 | 91% |