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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3993 | 2019-05-27 19:21:27 | 57.78 | 95% |
| 2654 | 2019-05-04 08:35:44 | 50.91 | 95% |