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 |
---|---|---|---|
68433 | 2020-03-27 11:57:00 | 105.02 | 97% |
59570 | 2020-02-14 23:52:23 | 90.86 | 96% |
36494 | 2019-10-14 07:47:18 | 73.55 | 95% |
25763 | 2019-02-24 05:34:20 | 84.62 | 96% |
25543 | 2019-01-24 00:56:54 | 67.14 | 94% |
25542 | 2019-01-24 00:31:33 | 67.12 | 92% |
23578 | 2018-11-22 00:50:53 | 78.86 | 96% |
23577 | 2018-11-22 00:46:32 | 85.16 | 96% |
23576 | 2018-11-22 00:45:15 | 64.98 | 95% |
13245 | 2018-07-20 01:24:32 | 75.82 | 96% |
13058 | 2018-07-18 06:48:29 | 59.36 | 93% |
612 | 2017-09-27 10:31:22 | 53.76 | 95% |
124 | 2017-09-20 00:30:12 | 49.06 | 94% |