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 |
---|---|---|---|
57148 | 2018-11-18 17:44:07 | 120.01 | 100% |
53321 | 2018-06-13 01:36:14 | 120.70 | 99% |
50121 | 2018-04-07 21:31:04 | 117.17 | 99% |
45342 | 2018-01-16 05:57:40 | 108.42 | 97% |
42194 | 2017-09-01 01:51:19 | 89.07 | 98% |
39822 | 2017-07-28 08:04:53 | 110.51 | 99% |
39261 | 2017-07-23 22:36:23 | 115.05 | 99% |
38956 | 2017-07-22 03:54:26 | 100.01 | 97% |
38620 | 2017-07-17 03:50:26 | 83.80 | 97% |
36676 | 2017-06-17 17:46:15 | 85.55 | 96% |
32172 | 2017-02-09 08:12:41 | 103.09 | 94% |
32074 | 2017-02-08 08:06:25 | 104.24 | 95% |
31513 | 2016-10-26 06:57:40 | 88.86 | 93% |
30941 | 2016-10-19 02:59:59 | 107.23 | 97% |
30598 | 2016-10-16 21:43:29 | 86.01 | 93% |