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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2030 | 2017-04-03 12:06:52 | 55.46 | 96% |
| 1886 | 2017-03-24 14:15:45 | 40.27 | 92% |