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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3498 | 2017-07-20 23:09:22 | 114.11 | 97% |
| 2276 | 2017-06-01 04:18:50 | 114.65 | 92% |
| 2094 | 2017-05-31 19:51:40 | 95.43 | 92% |
| 2053 | 2017-05-31 19:23:31 | 123.95 | 96% |