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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4519 | 2018-01-28 15:39:07 | 54.40 | 97% |
| 1000 | 2017-10-04 15:34:39 | 50.28 | 94% |