I dont even look at the keyboard whle typing (lol i wrote this whole sentence with me closing my eyes yolo)

 

get le rekt noob you got pranked wow how am i doing this i guess i play too much on the computer xD

 

now im on my computer

I orivavkt git thus rught.
(nope)

 

BertBerry smells and so does plum filomena
i usually dont look at the keyboard when i type because idk i think im used ti.

 

Skyblock is a dead server, full of sneks, full of minimods, full of adversitements, we need Llamas to rule the server, Get Noobcrew to do this.

btw I did this with my eyes closed

 

hi im in a really boring english class and i wanna die so pls kill me cause its driving me insane because i have to write an useless essay to like


um wow i only got one thing wrong?

 

I like how I likely won't make a mistake.

Oh look! I didn't.

 

If you don't look while typing, it will increase your typing skills.

 

"this is bull s.., im going to Lakers" -Lebron James

 

hi how are you going I'm good fine thank you every much what are you going today. nothing much ashy sbouy you?im gonna bake cookies. would u like one yes please! i would like one ok com r obit in 11 minutes.

^
me talking to myself.

 

i dont even know how i am typing this so well someone please help me im addicted to the computer and therefore i can type so well because ive memorized the placement of the keys and this is so sad alexa play despacito

 

the fitness gram pacer test is a multi stage arobic capacity test that progressively gets harder as it continues the 30 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds when you hear the (bleep) it means the round is over

also im looking at the screen when im typing this but i wasnt for the last one so does this count bc im not looking at the keyboard

 

That was easy

 

hello mu name is name is husky and today I will introduce you to the wonderful world of smeestreest Ok now I will open this door nd todaaaa

 

Hello, my name is Landon. I love to play Fortnite. This is incredibly easy to do. I am proud to be typing with my eyes closed like this.

 

Free vbucks

 

Once upon a time, there was a little boy. This boy wanted to become the best typer in all the land. Eberu night he trained, closing his eyes and typing as fast and as accurately as he could. An old master typer had told him that this sort of practice would help him the most when it came to improving his typing skills. So, he took the man's advice and practiced and practiced. Before he knew it, he was the best typer in all of his village. After another year of practice, he was the best typer in the country. It was at about this time tht he heard about the typing competition, an olympics for typing of sorts. As the best typer in his country, he was eelected to attend. But at the competition, he lost miserably. There was a typer who lived across the world that had practiced for far longer than he had. He was at a loss for what to do. He wanted to be the best typer in the world, but this person was a obstacle blocking his drea,. Sad and confused, the boy went back to the old man who had previouslt advised him on his training. The man said that if he practiced more, he would be able to beat the typer. But this boy was impatient. Ignoring the old man's advice, he instead aconsulted a witch, who gave him a magic potion that would improve his typing in exchange for what he valued most. After drinking the potion, the boy could indeed type fast. He typed at millions of words per minute; surely he'd beat the typer across the world now. But the next day, the boy was flabberghasted--his arms were gone. When he went back to the witch, she told him that she had only exacted what was rightfully hers--his typing. The boy left the witch's hut in a fit of rage, confused and miserable about what he'd do next. He had spent his entire life so far practicing his typing--what would he do now? The boy ended up living in the mountains for a few years to reflect on this. At tge ebd if gus refkectuib he realized somethig. He didn't have to stop typing. After years of practice, the boy eventually could type as well as he could before he met the witch--with his feet. He once again entered the olympics, this time sure that he could beat the person. But the night before, the witch met with him again. She told that him that he owed her his typing. Before, she took his arms to forever take the skll. Since he had learned to type with his feet, those were now rightfully hers as well. So, she stole his feet. Then the boy died. The end

 

oh well then

 

hello I am alccala and stuff and nobody will exist anymore and every progress that happens in the world will al go missing because of the sun and earth and stuff and I don't know what will happen because I am sad