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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5639 | 2018-11-24 22:30:29 | 45.81 | 97% |
| 4191 | 2016-10-29 10:44:54 | 40.69 | 94% |
| 4022 | 2016-10-10 14:19:37 | 49.07 | 97% |
| 3890 | 2016-09-30 18:00:50 | 40.79 | 91% |