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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 262 | 2018-04-30 11:57:25 | 84.61 | 97% |
| 39 | 2018-02-25 13:22:15 | 69.32 | 96% |