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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7219 | 2019-11-22 00:05:57 | 163.62 | 99% |
| 1093 | 2018-04-02 05:05:26 | 139.84 | 97% |