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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3232 | 2017-04-16 14:29:37 | 33.83 | 89% |
| 2949 | 2017-04-15 06:41:54 | 37.05 | 90% |
| 2736 | 2017-04-14 06:38:29 | 32.92 | 87% |