How fast can you type?

[akedrou]

75 wpm, 1 mistake. +/- 3 wpm; +/- 1 mistake. It's above average, but nothing special.

Describes me pretty well.

[Maartah]

66, 5 mistakes. Would be higher if it was in my own language.

[yoyokid2008]

79wpm with one mistake.

[jstump91]

On my desktop: 49 wpm, 1 mistake. (But it was a much more difficult passage than the one I did on my laptop.)

[Dr Rockso]

Your speed was: 44wpm.

You made 29 mistakes, your mistakes are shown in bold text:

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little hime, first with brroms, then with dusters: then on laddeers and stesps and chairs, with a brush and a pail full of dicks; till he had dust in his ass and eyes, and splashes of "whitewash" all over his fur, and an aching back and weary arms> spirng was mooving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little **** with its spirit of divinge discontent and longing. it was small wonder, then. that he suddently flung down his brush on the floor and killed someone, and said, "**** this ****, I'm going to have a sandwich."

[Spikehead777]

46wpm and 3 mistakes. Man I suck. I guess that's what happens when you mess with Game Maker code rather than English documents more often. =P

[doomtron]

Your speed was: 242wpm.

You made 3 mistakes, your mistakes are shown in bold text:

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[sonicandshadow97]

Your speed was: 34wpm.

You made 1 mistake, your mistake is shown in bold text:

Cedric himself knew nothing whatever about it. It had never been even mentioned to him. He knew that his papa been an Englishmen, because his mamma had told him so; but then his papa had died when he was so little a boy that he could not remember very much about him, except that he was big, and he had blue eyes and a long moustache, and that it was a splendid thing to be carried around the room on his shoulder. Since his papa's death, Cedric had found out that it was best not to talk to his mamma about him.

I SUCK

[OzzyOzrock]

I suck.

Your speed was: 3860wpm.

Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.

Few people of attainments take easily to a plan of self-improvement. Some discover very early their perfection cannot endure the insult. Others find their intellectual pleasure lies in the theory, not the practice. Only a few stubborn ones will blunder on, painfully, out of the luxuriant world of their pretensions into the desert of mortification and reward. To this third category belonged Laura Trevelyan. She had been kept very carefully, put away like some object to which the precious nature is taken for granted. She had a clear skin, distinction, if unreliable beauty.

-_-

[yoyokid2008]

I suck.

Your speed was: 3860wpm.

Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.

Few people of attainments take easily to a plan of self-improvement. Some discover very early their perfection cannot endure the insult. Others find their intellectual pleasure lies in the theory, not the practice. Only a few stubborn ones will blunder on, painfully, out of the luxuriant world of their pretensions into the desert of mortification and reward. To this third category belonged Laura Trevelyan. She had been kept very carefully, put away like some object to which the precious nature is taken for granted. She had a clear skin, distinction, if unreliable beauty.

-_-

Cool Story Bro.

[KTownEgghead]

How did I manage to make a thread with the exact same name only one week after this one? :P

Anywho, I just got 69 WPM (olol.) with no mistakes. Still going for 80.

[Stefan_Alfons]

Your speed was: 2446wpm.

You made 102 mistakes, your mistakes are shown in bold text:

At least something.

[Deseo Sangre]

49 wpm, 3 mistakes.

[Electro Tomato]

Your speed was: 56wpm.

Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.

The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn't go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn't really anything the matter with them.