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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30520 | 2016-12-19 09:32:22 | 86.65 | 98% |
| 30032 | 2016-11-14 00:20:29 | 74.71 | 94% |