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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1277 | 2017-07-25 13:51:11 | 46.14 | 92% |
| 1168 | 2017-06-15 19:23:58 | 39.84 | 93% |
| 969 | 2017-01-26 22:26:57 | 37.46 | 78% |