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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2137 | 2017-03-17 00:48:10 | 48.09 | 92% |
| 1044 | 2016-10-31 00:38:29 | 43.06 | 93% |