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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6966 | 2018-04-20 17:10:38 | 66.38 | 96% |
| 5350 | 2018-04-04 17:17:56 | 55.06 | 94% |
| 2671 | 2018-02-18 20:24:01 | 52.44 | 95% |