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 |
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9372 | 2018-05-08 12:04:28 | 67.82 | 95% |
7541 | 2016-11-18 15:36:34 | 67.71 | 93% |