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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3251 | 2018-10-24 16:00:29 | 44.63 | 99% |
| 1588 | 2017-12-23 16:44:17 | 43.37 | 98% |
| 568 | 2017-09-10 00:18:49 | 36.27 | 98% |