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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2729 | 2017-06-19 18:12:35 | 77.30 | 98% |
| 2357 | 2017-02-25 10:05:22 | 66.22 | 94% |
| 1883 | 2017-01-04 09:31:37 | 73.93 | 98% |
| 1257 | 2016-12-10 11:09:13 | 61.69 | 97% |