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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1656 | 2018-07-05 08:38:18 | 45.81 | 96% |
280 | 2017-08-24 12:14:47 | 41.77 | 97% |