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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 212 | 2016-11-15 10:52:23 | 60.45 | 88% |
| 165 | 2016-10-27 11:14:51 | 56.74 | 91% |