Typing Game Tech Tip

My favorite typing game was the olympic race typing game. I learned how to type in 6th grade from my keyboarding class. Back when I learned, I never knew who useful it would be and I was also surprised that I never lost my skills after the class. I do agree that typing games help improve your typing skills.

Olympic Typing Game: Type Fast Now

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