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 |
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391 | 2017-03-18 18:44:48 | 53.50 | 95% |
103 | 2016-11-07 01:53:26 | 62.45 | 98% |