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 |
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3984 | 2020-02-09 13:08:14 | 61.10 | 95% |
2625 | 2019-02-21 12:21:58 | 60.46 | 95% |
1213 | 2018-10-14 05:33:01 | 57.81 | 96% |