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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1433 | 2016-10-09 22:48:09 | 86.96 | 98% |
| 1263 | 2016-09-23 23:49:09 | 83.42 | 96% |