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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2523 | 2019-04-15 21:17:30 | 66.80 | 97% |
315 | 2017-04-30 22:19:35 | 57.94 | 91% |
151 | 2017-04-17 22:30:22 | 51.79 | 93% |