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If you thought things were retrogressing in Russia, you. Have. No. Idea. See Durakovo: Les Village des Fous (Village of Fools) , Nino Kir...
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um . . . i type 15 wpm. actually i TYPE quite fast - however, apparently spelling counts. hmph.
you win, speedy!
by the way - i took me half an hour to type that last comment.
sorry, froggy :)
In high school, we *had* to take typing class. The girls (it was always girls) who were good typists got to use the electrics. The rest of us had to plug away at the manuals.
I flirted madly with a very cute bad boy who crept all around the room--at ankle height--during one typing test, unplugging the good girls' typewriters as he went.
The quick bad boy f-ed up the prissy girls' typing tests. Oh, how I loved him in that moment.
I think I typed under twenty words a minute, at that point. I've refused to time myself ever since.
But I've always loved a really good bad boy.
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