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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16089 | 2020-01-29 06:44:23 | 112.86 | 98% |
| 3885 | 2018-04-20 07:25:26 | 97.62 | 97% |
| 1312 | 2018-01-22 03:25:29 | 103.54 | 98% |