Mrs. Rodius here. My darling husband sooo wanted me to take the typing test because he was CERTAIN I could not beat him. Alas, 'tis true.
IN MY DEFENSE:
I have a handicap here at home because we don't have a split keyboard like I do at work and that slows me down. These teeny keyboards are a pest in the butt. And so, I admit defeat.
ADMISSION:
My darling Rodius, you are faster than me even when I have a keyboard I'm comfortable with, and I'm OKAY with that. I'm not nearly as competitive as you are...at least when it comes to games, contests or sports. You ARE a speed demon. This is the best I can do:
91 words
REALITY:
My IQ is still 2 points higher than yours and you have yet to beat my high score on Soda Pipes.
FRIENDLY REMINDER:
Speed isn't everything. There's something to be said for a slow, steady pace. Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink.
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okay, I took the bait:
33 words per minute for me
It is good to know I have improved my speed by 13 whole words per minute from my summer school typing class 30 years ago...
thanks for the challenge!
I think this is one of those places where my OCD shows. After I took a typing class in the 8th grade, for several years I "typed" all my thoughts. My fingers were always going.
My score would've suffered if there'd been numbers in there. I'm terrible at finding those numbers at the top of the keyboard.
Mrs. Rodius, you are hysterical. Nicely done!
Cracking. up.
Love it.
THAT'S INSANE
I am so not going to beat you in a cage match.
Wait, uh, the psychological warfare dept. of my household informs me that I will, in fact "crush you, see you driven before me and hear the lamentation of your women" I have no idea what any of that means.
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