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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12627 | 2018-08-12 11:06:00 | 62.95 | 97% |
| 4290 | 2018-03-04 13:33:48 | 55.04 | 95% |
| 2206 | 2018-01-24 22:53:44 | 50.54 | 97% |
| 254 | 2017-09-19 23:57:03 | 49.43 | 98% |