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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1348 | 2017-05-06 08:12:25 | 41.65 | 92% |
| 760 | 2017-03-18 18:17:39 | 42.76 | 90% |