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 |
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817 | 2017-07-05 11:44:31 | 50.70 | 95% |
384 | 2017-03-29 02:59:19 | 40.35 | 92% |