Hoe snel typ jij?

ash-hôôle · 2 January 2007, 16:40

Your score: 218 keys per minute ~ 43 words per minute
Language/mode: en
Ranking: Not bad!
Comparison: 59% of registered TyperA users using this language have typed a better result; 41% have a lower or equal result.
You typed: For you the world is weird because if you're not bored with it you're at odds with it. That which is nog good for the swarm, neither is it good for the bee. You're being followed. Never mind, forget it! North of the Southe End is East Boston and southwest of East Boston is the North End. Would ship for celtic gold. Nobody can give anybody enough. One seldom sees a monument to a committee Comes in a 16-oz. Television is now so despertately hungry for material that it is sc
Mistakes: nog(not), Southe(South), celtic(Celtic), committee(committee.), despertately(desperately) Well done!

ik kan niet snel typen binnen een bepaalde tijd daar word ik nerveus van

2 January 2007, 16:40	#8
ash-hôôle Super Lid Geregistreerd op: 15 August 2005 Berichten: 15.694	Your score: 218 keys per minute ~ 43 words per minute Language/mode: en Ranking: Not bad! Comparison: 59% of registered TyperA users using this language have typed a better result; 41% have a lower or equal result. You typed: For you the world is weird because if you're not bored with it you're at odds with it. That which is nog good for the swarm, neither is it good for the bee. You're being followed. Never mind, forget it! North of the Southe End is East Boston and southwest of East Boston is the North End. Would ship for celtic gold. Nobody can give anybody enough. One seldom sees a monument to a committee Comes in a 16-oz. Television is now so despertately hungry for material that it is sc Mistakes: nog(not), Southe(South), celtic(Celtic), committee(committee.), despertately(desperately) Well done! ik kan niet snel typen binnen een bepaalde tijd daar word ik nerveus van __________________ I never would have loaded up a 44 and put myself behind a jail house door if it hadn't been for love. Four cold walls against my will but at least I know she's lying still. Four cold walls without parole, Lord have mercy on my soul.

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