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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1295 | 2017-06-15 16:04:49 | 47.03 | 93% |
| 1149 | 2017-06-12 23:15:29 | 36.98 | 92% |