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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3669 | 2016-12-10 21:19:28 | 72.05 | 98% |
| 2265 | 2016-11-09 16:09:33 | 60.77 | 96% |
| 574 | 2016-10-10 05:07:32 | 57.70 | 93% |