Wpm, Words per minutes
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In one study of average computer users, the average rate for transcription was 33 words per minute, and only 19 words per minute for composition. In the same study, when the group was divided into "fast", "moderate" and "slow" groups, the average speeds were 40 wpm, 35 wpm, and 23 wpm respectively.
An average professional typist reaches 50 to 70 wpm, while some positions can require 80 to 95 (usually the minimum required for dispatch positions and other time-sensitive typing jobs), and some advanced typists work at speeds above 120. Two-finger typists, sometimes also referred to as "hunt and peck" typists, commonly reach sustained speeds of about 37 wpm for memorized text, and 27 wpm when copying text but in bursts may be able to reach up to 60 to 70 wpm. Some gifted people can type upwards of 70 wpm with two fingers.
Straight from wikipedia
you can also try how fast your typing is too in this Link
I'm just average, but not average professional. I'm like 43wpm.
An average professional typist reaches 50 to 70 wpm, while some positions can require 80 to 95 (usually the minimum required for dispatch positions and other time-sensitive typing jobs), and some advanced typists work at speeds above 120. Two-finger typists, sometimes also referred to as "hunt and peck" typists, commonly reach sustained speeds of about 37 wpm for memorized text, and 27 wpm when copying text but in bursts may be able to reach up to 60 to 70 wpm. Some gifted people can type upwards of 70 wpm with two fingers.
Straight from wikipedia
you can also try how fast your typing is too in this Link
I'm just average, but not average professional. I'm like 43wpm.
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Technically I should have taken the test over because I made two mistakes, but that in of itself would be a cheat because I would have part of the text memorized.
Anyway, with two mistakes my GWPM was seventy-one. I'm a fairly fast typer. Thing is I used to be faster, and that clearly demonstrated that because I used to hit the mid-80s in high school when we had to learn to key and I already knew how. Class bored me and the handful of individuals who already knew how to key, but we had to suffer through it anyway. -_-
Edit: Oh, didn't realize it was randomized text. Might take it again later and record my score when there are zero mistakes.
Hmm, took two with no mistakes and the first one was only 66 GWPM and another was 74 GWPM. The second was just easier to type because there weren't a lot of complicated words in it. XD
Anyway, with two mistakes my GWPM was seventy-one. I'm a fairly fast typer. Thing is I used to be faster, and that clearly demonstrated that because I used to hit the mid-80s in high school when we had to learn to key and I already knew how. Class bored me and the handful of individuals who already knew how to key, but we had to suffer through it anyway. -_-
Edit: Oh, didn't realize it was randomized text. Might take it again later and record my score when there are zero mistakes.
Hmm, took two with no mistakes and the first one was only 66 GWPM and another was 74 GWPM. The second was just easier to type because there weren't a lot of complicated words in it. XD
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is the study also available on texting by phone? I haven't check the link yet.. I'm a one handed typist by phone :p
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Your speed was: 62wpm.
You made 1 mistake, your mistake is shown in bold text:
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around that the colt from old Regret had got away, and had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound, so all the cracks had gathered to the fray. All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far had mustered at the homestead overnight, for the bushman love hard riding where the wild bush horses are, and the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
You made 1 mistake, your mistake is shown in bold text:
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around that the colt from old Regret had got away, and had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound, so all the cracks had gathered to the fray. All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far had mustered at the homestead overnight, for the bushman love hard riding where the wild bush horses are, and the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
it was Bushmen :(
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Kind of Important
A ray of Tsunlight.
Your speed was: 56wpm.
You made 1 mistake, your mistake is shown in bold text:
1659-60. Blessed be Gon, at the end of the last year I was in very good health, without any sense of my old pain, but upon taking of cold. I lived in Axe Yard, having my wife, and servant Jane, and no other in family than us three. The condition of the State was thus; viz. the Rump, after being disturbed by my Lord Lambert, Sufficiently known by his services as a Major-General in the Parliament forces during the Civil War, and condemned as a traitor after the Restoration; but reprieved and banished to Guernsey, where he lived in the confinement thirty years. was lately returned to sit again.
You made 1 mistake, your mistake is shown in bold text:
1659-60. Blessed be Gon, at the end of the last year I was in very good health, without any sense of my old pain, but upon taking of cold. I lived in Axe Yard, having my wife, and servant Jane, and no other in family than us three. The condition of the State was thus; viz. the Rump, after being disturbed by my Lord Lambert, Sufficiently known by his services as a Major-General in the Parliament forces during the Civil War, and condemned as a traitor after the Restoration; but reprieved and banished to Guernsey, where he lived in the confinement thirty years. was lately returned to sit again.
Timer went off on my oven. Kinda had to hurry and therefore made a bunch of mistakes I had to correct.
Used to be quicker, but oh well.
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Your speed was: 57wpm.
You made 2 mistakes, your mistakes are shown in bold text:
THE suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset. It was built of a bright brick trhoughout; its sky-line was fantastic, and even its ground plan was wild. It had been the outburst of a speculative builder, faintly tinged with art, who called its architecture sometimes Elizabethan and sometimes Queen Anne, apparently under the impression that the two sovereigns were identical. It was described with some justice as an articstic colony, though it never in any definable way produced any art.
I was a lot faster than this .-.
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Meh.
I type faster when I know what I'm going to say and I'm not copying something. *shrug*
Spoiler:
I type faster when I know what I'm going to say and I'm not copying something. *shrug*
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Your speed was: 75wpm.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
"You have come to the end of the proud years, when all events were Henry. An old man now, with your self-appointed sorrows to keep you company; no longer fit for the care of the many people. The time has come to make good the years of insult you gave my father, as well as other men of worth, not least your son here. God with his gradual purpose has brought us face to face." "Spare us the piety. What do you want?"
'^'
<--- is a beast, yo.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
"You have come to the end of the proud years, when all events were Henry. An old man now, with your self-appointed sorrows to keep you company; no longer fit for the care of the many people. The time has come to make good the years of insult you gave my father, as well as other men of worth, not least your son here. God with his gradual purpose has brought us face to face." "Spare us the piety. What do you want?"
'^'
<--- is a beast, yo.
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"Your speed was: 45wpm. You made 4 mistakes."
ffffffffffffff I think I have become a dyslexic typist... I used to be so good but over time I have worsened.
Then again, I got a poem with a lot of weird parsing and capitalization....
ffffffffffffff I think I have become a dyslexic typist... I used to be so good but over time I have worsened.
Then again, I got a poem with a lot of weird parsing and capitalization....
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Your speed was: 52wpm.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
Although she herself was ill enough to justify her being in bed had she been a person weak-minded enough to give up, Rose Sayer could see that her brother, the Reverend Samuel Sayer, was far more ill. He was very, very weak indeed, and when he knelt to offer up the evening prayer the movement was more like an involuntary collapse than a purposed gesture, and the hand which he raised trembled violently. Rose could see, in the moment before she devoutly closed her eyes, how thin and transparent those hands were, and how the bones of the wrists could be seen with almost the definition of a skeleton's.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
Although she herself was ill enough to justify her being in bed had she been a person weak-minded enough to give up, Rose Sayer could see that her brother, the Reverend Samuel Sayer, was far more ill. He was very, very weak indeed, and when he knelt to offer up the evening prayer the movement was more like an involuntary collapse than a purposed gesture, and the hand which he raised trembled violently. Rose could see, in the moment before she devoutly closed her eyes, how thin and transparent those hands were, and how the bones of the wrists could be seen with almost the definition of a skeleton's.
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Is this avaylable for non-english users ? My head starts to hurt when I'm looking at the more complicated words...
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Kadushy
Douchebag
Your speed was: 49wpm.
You made 3 mistakes, your mistakes are shown in bold text:
You made 3 mistakes, your mistakes are shown in bold text:
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Your speed was: 88wpm.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
Not bad after a day of typing at work. Plus 8 is my favorite number, lucky lucky! ❤ ❤
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
Spoiler:
Not bad after a day of typing at work. Plus 8 is my favorite number, lucky lucky! ❤ ❤
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Brittany
Director of Production
Your speed was: 97wpm.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
When I was a young boy, if I was sick or in trouble, or had been beaten at school, I used to remember that on the day I was born my father had wanted to kill me. You will say there is nothing out of the way in this. Yet I daresay it is less common than you might suppose; for as a rule, when a father decides to expose an infant, it is done and there the matter ends. And it is seldom a man can say, either of the Spartans or the plague, that he owes them life instead of death.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
When I was a young boy, if I was sick or in trouble, or had been beaten at school, I used to remember that on the day I was born my father had wanted to kill me. You will say there is nothing out of the way in this. Yet I daresay it is less common than you might suppose; for as a rule, when a father decides to expose an infant, it is done and there the matter ends. And it is seldom a man can say, either of the Spartans or the plague, that he owes them life instead of death.
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Your speed was: 104wpm.
You made 1 mistake, your mistake is shown in bold text:
SATURDAY morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips. There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step. The locust=trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air. Cardiff Hill, beyond the village and above it, was green with vegetation and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land, dreamy, reposeful, and inviting.
Not exactly sure how I hit the equals sign...
You made 1 mistake, your mistake is shown in bold text:
SATURDAY morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips. There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step. The locust=trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air. Cardiff Hill, beyond the village and above it, was green with vegetation and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land, dreamy, reposeful, and inviting.
Not exactly sure how I hit the equals sign...
