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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1199 | 2017-02-27 09:31:59 | 35.16 | 89% |
| 712 | 2017-01-09 14:37:04 | 27.99 | 90% |
| 705 | 2017-01-09 14:25:35 | 30.19 | 91% |