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Your speed was: 64wpm.
You made 1 mistake, your mistake is shown in bold text:
I was just reading The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus too...
You made 1 mistake, your mistake is shown in bold text:
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I was just reading The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus too...
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Heh, at first I only got 15 words per minute because the phone rang an had to slow down to talk. I tried it again and got this.
Pretty average.
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Pretty average.
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Your speed was: 90wpm.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
I am extremely concerned, my dearest friend, for the disturbance that have happened in your family. I know how it must hurt you to become the subject of the public talk: and yet, upon an occasion to generally known, it is impossible but that whatever relates to a young lady, whose distinguished merits have made her the public care, should engage every body's attention. I long to have the particulars from yourself; and of the usage I am told you receive upon an accident you could not help; and in which, as far as I can learn, the sufferer was the aggressor.
... (・。・)
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Xil
Norse God of Sawdust
I usually go at about 50 WPM, I'm doing 41 tonight.
Woot for the "hunt and peck" typists!
Woot for the "hunt and peck" typists!
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WTH is with my ridiculous weird worded unusual grammatically incorrect paragraph?
Your speed was: 83wpm.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
The borough of Segget stands under the Mounth, on the southern side, in the Mearns Howe, Fordoun lies near and Drumlithie nearer, you can see the Laurencekirk lights of a night glimmer and glow as the mists come down. If you climb the foothills to the ruined Kaimes, that was builded when Segget was no more than a place where the folk of old time had raised up a camp with earthen walls and with freestone dykes, and had died and had left their camp to wither under the spread of the grass and the whins, if you climbed up the Kaimes of a winter morn, you would maybe hear the sough of the sea.
Your speed was: 83wpm.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
The borough of Segget stands under the Mounth, on the southern side, in the Mearns Howe, Fordoun lies near and Drumlithie nearer, you can see the Laurencekirk lights of a night glimmer and glow as the mists come down. If you climb the foothills to the ruined Kaimes, that was builded when Segget was no more than a place where the folk of old time had raised up a camp with earthen walls and with freestone dykes, and had died and had left their camp to wither under the spread of the grass and the whins, if you climbed up the Kaimes of a winter morn, you would maybe hear the sough of the sea.
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98wpm but I made about 8-9 mistakes and (by habit) went back and corrected a few of them so it ended up being 5 mistakes... Hmm.
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First round:
4187 WPM, 2 seconds, no mistakes. Copy-and-pasted for lulz.
Second round (for realz this time):
91 WPM, 2 mistakes.
4187 WPM, 2 seconds, no mistakes. Copy-and-pasted for lulz.
Second round (for realz this time):
91 WPM, 2 mistakes.
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Your speed was: 62wpm.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
Coming in from the light, I am all out at the eyes. Such white doves were paddling in the sunshine and the trees were as bright as a shower of broken glass. Out there, in the sparkling air, the sun and the rain clash together like the cymbals clashing when David did his dance. I've an April blindness. You're hidden in a cloud of crimson catherine-wheels.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
Coming in from the light, I am all out at the eyes. Such white doves were paddling in the sunshine and the trees were as bright as a shower of broken glass. Out there, in the sparkling air, the sun and the rain clash together like the cymbals clashing when David did his dance. I've an April blindness. You're hidden in a cloud of crimson catherine-wheels.
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64wpm
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking. Ursula was stitching a piece of brightly-coloured embroidery, and Gudrun was drawing upon a board which she held on her knee. They were mostly silent, talking as their thoughts strayed through their minds. 'Ursula,' said Gudrun, 'don't you REALLY WANT to get married?' Ursula laid her embroidery in her lap and looked up. Her face was calm and considerate.
Not sure how I feel about this. D:
Also, the fuck was that bullshit? Gudrun? Seriously?
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking. Ursula was stitching a piece of brightly-coloured embroidery, and Gudrun was drawing upon a board which she held on her knee. They were mostly silent, talking as their thoughts strayed through their minds. 'Ursula,' said Gudrun, 'don't you REALLY WANT to get married?' Ursula laid her embroidery in her lap and looked up. Her face was calm and considerate.
Not sure how I feel about this. D:
Also, the fuck was that bullshit? Gudrun? Seriously?
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Sisami wrote...
64wpmUrsula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking. Ursula was stitching a piece of brightly-coloured embroidery, and Gudrun was drawing upon a board which she held on her knee. They were mostly silent, talking as their thoughts strayed through their minds. 'Ursula,' said Gudrun, 'don't you REALLY WANT to get married?' Ursula laid her embroidery in her lap and looked up. Her face was calm and considerate.
Not sure how I feel about this. D:
Also, the fuck was that bullshit? Gudrun? Seriously?
The site seems to be British, so the fancy/foreign word-ery might be due to that.
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Your speed was: 66wpm.
Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
The full African moon poured down its light from the blue sky into the wide, lonely plain. The dry, sandy earth, with its coating of stunted karoo bushes a few inches high, the low hills that skirted the plain, the milk-bushes with their long finger-like leaves, all were touched by a weird and an almost oppressive beauty as they lay in the white light. In one spot only was the solemn monotony of the plain broken. Near the centre a small solitary kopje rose. Alone it lay there, a heap of round ironstones piled one upon another, as over some giant's grave.
Sample text:
The, full, African, moon, poured, down, its, light, from, the, blue, sky, into, the, wide,, lonely, plain., The, dry,, sandy, earth,, with, its, coating, of, stunted, karoo, bushes, a, few, inches, high,, the, low, hills, that, skirted, the, plain,, the, milk-bushes, with, their, long, finger-like, leaves,, all, were, touched, by, a, weird, and, an, almost, oppressive, beauty, as, they, lay, in, the, white, light., In, one, spot, only, was, the, solemn, monotony, of, the, plain, broken., Near, the, centre, a, small, solitary, kopje, rose., Alone, it, lay, there,, a, heap, of, round, ironstones, piled, one, upon, another,, as, over, some, giant's, grave.
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Congratulations! You made no mistakes, practice does make perfect.
The full African moon poured down its light from the blue sky into the wide, lonely plain. The dry, sandy earth, with its coating of stunted karoo bushes a few inches high, the low hills that skirted the plain, the milk-bushes with their long finger-like leaves, all were touched by a weird and an almost oppressive beauty as they lay in the white light. In one spot only was the solemn monotony of the plain broken. Near the centre a small solitary kopje rose. Alone it lay there, a heap of round ironstones piled one upon another, as over some giant's grave.
Sample text:
The, full, African, moon, poured, down, its, light, from, the, blue, sky, into, the, wide,, lonely, plain., The, dry,, sandy, earth,, with, its, coating, of, stunted, karoo, bushes, a, few, inches, high,, the, low, hills, that, skirted, the, plain,, the, milk-bushes, with, their, long, finger-like, leaves,, all, were, touched, by, a, weird, and, an, almost, oppressive, beauty, as, they, lay, in, the, white, light., In, one, spot, only, was, the, solemn, monotony, of, the, plain, broken., Near, the, centre, a, small, solitary, kopje, rose., Alone, it, lay, there,, a, heap, of, round, ironstones, piled, one, upon, another,, as, over, some, giant's, grave.
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