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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18332 | 2019-09-30 12:28:31 | 76.94 | 97% |
| 13774 | 2019-07-02 12:34:22 | 94.96 | 98% |
| 12279 | 2019-06-03 18:40:15 | 81.30 | 97% |
| 5847 | 2018-09-30 11:10:59 | 81.07 | 96% |
| 4169 | 2018-07-13 07:36:16 | 64.72 | 95% |
| 587 | 2018-01-09 13:48:43 | 69.60 | 98% |
| 336 | 2018-01-01 18:39:29 | 58.52 | 96% |