Typing Paper Clinched

Nimble fingered “type,”
eyes clock whilst “tapping” into,
A grade manuscript
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Dietrich Avatar
October 2, 2026 at 5:23 PM
Glad you passed the test. I am thankful I learned to type in high school. One of the most useful subjects I took.
Kerr Avatar
October 2, 2026 at 6:06 PM
Hi Andrea, Thanks for your review and congratulations. Will visit your page for a return review. H
Rodgers Avatar
October 2, 2026 at 5:47 AM
Hey Howard, I like that in just seventeen syllables, you turn the physical act of typing into a high-stakes, almost athletic performance. My brain always runs ahead of my hands, even though I'm a fast typist. Sharp and clever work, Howard. Blessings, Daniel
Kerr Avatar
October 2, 2026 at 5:24 AM
Actually, Sara, its about a test I sat as part of a computer programming course. Good news is I passed the exam. Many thanks for your comments. H
Onclaud Avatar
October 2, 2026 at 3:00 AM
a remarkable read for one like me who is the world's worst typist, H...all the best with your work!
Kendrick Avatar
October 2, 2026 at 2:26 AM
Glad you have nimble fingers and I am not sure if you are writing a manuscript for school or if you are grading a paper written for a school assignment. Way to go either way or even a different meaning also. Sara K. 👏✍️
Kerr Avatar
October 2, 2026 at 10:34 AM
Actually, Sara, its about a test I sat as part of a computer programming course. Good news is I passed the exam. Many thanks for your comments
Andresen Avatar
October 2, 2026 at 2:23 AM
- Well done ... (I hope you are satisfied ) - Happy weekend, Howard :) - hugs
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