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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2286 | 2017-11-24 07:08:17 | 43.55 | 94% |
| 2263 | 2017-11-24 06:10:15 | 37.91 | 91% |