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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 624 | 2016-10-27 02:04:38 | 65.21 | 95% |
| 443 | 2016-10-19 00:05:35 | 58.88 | 87% |
| 183 | 2016-10-10 05:35:31 | 66.40 | 94% |