Blindfolded Typing Competition, Paris, France, circa 1940
This, my deers, is how I learned typing. Listening to Army of Lovers’ Crucified* as deliberate distraction to the beat of the typing metronome, to be precise.
This, my deers, is why I master the 10-finger-system like no other and why I can type faster than the speed of light without ever actually looking at the keyboard.
And this, my deers, goes to show how bloody old I am. o_O
* WTF was wrong with my typing teacher?!?
4 years ago