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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12540 | 2016-12-23 04:30:36 | 59.49 | 92% |
| 12199 | 2016-11-08 02:09:57 | 54.78 | 94% |