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So I'm a geek.

By revolutionaire.
Every single day at work I get beckoned to someone else's desk to type their thoughts out into an email or a letter or some kind of contract. It doesn't really bother me because I actually really love typing.

Yesterday a friend of mine and I were having a conversation via YahooIM (yeah, I use that) and she made some comment about how quick I am to respond to her with entire paragraphs of conversation... haha. woopsie.

Then this morning my boss had me sit at his computer and type a letter he was dictating to me. I was typing faster than he was thinking. And that kind of makes me chuckle.

Anyway, curiosity got the best of the entire office apparently because when I turned around, the whole staff was watching me type his letter (the whole staff, mind you, is like four people).

They caved and someone finally asked about how many minutes I thought I typed per minute and I had absolutely no clue. But I'm a google-fiend and immediately found a free wpm test online. Here's my first shot (granted, my hands were definitely warmed up):

84 words

Typingtest



How fast are your fingers?
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Knox said…
when I was at school I was pretty damn fast too - I also made contests and I won some.. =) ..
in a contest worldwide I got the 57 place.. in europe I even got once the 1st.. =) ..
; ) ..

=)
May 25, 2009 at 12:10 PM
revolutionaire. said…
Hey Christina! I can definitely believe that. When we talk on FB, you're definitely a fast typer!
May 26, 2009 at 5:03 AM
Samsmama said…
The highest I could get was 67. But, then, I was distracted by "Mama! Mama! Mama!"
May 26, 2009 at 6:04 PM
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