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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4715 | 2019-01-01 05:58:43 | 64.39 | 93% |
52 | 2017-01-22 16:15:58 | 43.54 | 94% |