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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3889 | 2019-03-28 08:05:12 | 63.31 | 97% |
| 2085 | 2018-04-15 15:15:09 | 57.51 | 96% |
| 907 | 2018-02-14 14:37:22 | 53.00 | 95% |