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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7696 | 2017-02-27 19:48:18 | 161.34 | 100% |
| 7695 | 2017-02-27 19:44:56 | 150.01 | 97% |
| 6940 | 2017-01-24 04:17:38 | 126.12 | 94% |