Typing Speed Test

[sol]

This was my first go:

Your speed was: 33wpm.

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

Whenever I see television newsreels of police or troops facing mobs of rioting demonstrators, standing fast under a hail of rocks, bottles, and petrol bombs, my mind goes back forty years to India, when I was understudying John Gielgud and first heard the pregnant phrase 'Aid to the civil poer'. And from that my thoughts inevitably travel on to Captain Errol, and the Brigadier's pet hawks, and the great rabble of chanting Arab rioters advancing down the Kantara causeway towards the thin khaki line of 12 Platoon, and my own voice sounding unnaturally loud and hoarse: 'Right, Sarn't Telfer - fix bayonets.'


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[MarkWaldorf]

Im scared to open :laugh: Last time I tried game by Sol, a ghost popped up, and scared the living daylights outta me.

[Chrizzle]

Your speed was: 69wpm.

You made 10 mistakes, your mistakes are shown in bold text:

Mr.Hungerton ,her father ,really was the most tactless person upon, earth, a fluffy, feahtery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutel centered upon his own silly self.If anything could have driven me from Gladys, it would have been thought of such a father-in-law. I am convinced that he really believed in his ehart that I came round to the Chestnuts three days a week for the pleasure of his company, and very especially to hear his viewes upon bimetallism, a subject upon which he was by way of being an authority.

[sol]

Originally posted by Markus
Im scared to open :laugh: Last time I tried game by Sol, a ghost popped up, and scared the living daylights outta me.

Lol, it scared the hell out of me too, that's why I posted it. :laugh:
I promise this one is genuine, I'm so unbelievably slow at typing lol.

[MarkWaldorf]

:hugesmile: I dont get it :conf: Do we type that whole paragraph out?

[Ruth*Star]

Your speed was: 32wpm.

You made 13 mistakes, your mistakes are shown in bold text:

Ye who lisen with creudulity to the wispers of fancy, and pursue with egerness the phantoms of hope, who will expect that age will perfome of youth, and that deficienties of the present day will be supplied with the morrow, attend to the history, of rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia. Rasselas was the forth son of the mighty empour in whose domions the father of waters begins his course, whos bounty pours down the streams of plenty, and scatters over the world of harvests of Egypt.

[Siouxsie]

Mine was 27wpm and i made 12 mistakes. lol Mind you ive been on the vodka all night. I will try again when imsober

[MarkWaldorf]

Your speed was: 40wpm.

You made 10 mistakes, your mistakes are shown in bold text:

I think it was in the spring of '84. Anyway, in the exercise of my apostolate as mechanical expert for the mohwak twine binder, I was temporarily quartered in Echuca. One evening, on reaching my lodgings at Mrs Ferguson's cofee palace, I found a letter and a telegram awaiting me. The wire was from my firm, in Melbourne:- Meet Lascelles first through train tomorrow. Waghorn Bros. Mr Lascelles was out commercial travellor. He would be seeking information from me touching a prospective buyer, referred to in my last weekly report

[Siouxsie]

:elephant:so glad i cant see your comments :elephant::elephant::joker::joker::joker:

[MarkWaldorf]

:puzzled:

[Siouxsie]

:wink:

[MarkWaldorf]

:dog:

[Princess]

Your speed was: 38wpm.

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

Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, semmed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had loved nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father; and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistict remembrance of her caresses.

That's bad for me!! But I'm tired. I'll blame that lol

[Legend]

For as yet spring had no flight, no song, but went like a half-fledged bird, hopping tentatively through the undergrowth. The bright spring mercury that carpeted the open spaced had only just hung out its pale flowers, and honeysuckle leaves were still tongues of green fire. Between the larch boles and under the calm dignity of woodland creatures a beauty of eye and limb, a brillance of tint, that few-women could have worn without self-consciousness.

:dazzler:

Oh $hit i've went off it, erm i made 2 mistakes ^^ and my speed was 44.

[Siouxsie]

:joker::joker:

[xGemmax]

Your speed was: 50wpm.

You made 4 mistakes, your mistakes are shown in bold text:

Scarely had the Abbey Bell tolled for five minutes, and already was the church of the Capuchins thronged with Auditors. Do not encourage the idea that the Crowd was assembled either from motives of piety or thirst off information. But very few were influenced by those reasons; and in a city where superstition reigns with such despotic sway as in Madrid, to seek for true devotion would be a fruitless attempt. The Audience now assembled in the Capuchin Church was collected by various causes, but all of them were foreign to the ostensible motive

[Siouxsie]

wow good score

[stacey]

Your speed was: 62wpm.

You made 10 mistakes, your mistakes are shown in bold text:

i was born in the year 1632 in the city of york, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of bremen, who settled first at Hull: he got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade, lived afterwards at York, frm whence he had married my mother, whose relations were named robinson, a very good family in that country, and from whom i was called robinson Kreutzenaer; but by the usual corruption of words in England, we are now called, nay we call ourselves, and write our name crusoe, and so my companions always called me.

[emz438]

Lol 72 wpm, with no mistakes :blush2:

[Sophii3x]

Your speed was: 22wpm.

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

No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continet, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Manor of thy friends or thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

[Lauren]

Your speed was: 72wpm.

No mistakes. :dance: