An all-time hunt&peck-typer here. I can type blindly (with an average of three to four fingers) as long as i’m sitting straight in front of my keyboard. Of course, i hardly ever sit straight in front of my keyboard, i usually lay in some half-assed position like a Roman emperor during dinner. Often enough with either my cat on my lap or somewhere on my desk – preferably asleep with it’s head on one of my typing hands.
For short pieces of text my output isn’t all that high, but when there’s more word to be typed my speed automatically moves up. Usually the cat’s thrown out by then as well. During my days at journalism school, i always found those who did know how to type properly highly discouraging. But then again, there’s no use in typing really fast when your not capable of composing a sentence or story at the same pace.
Funnily, enough, ever since my right index finger got it’s tip crushed in a forklift (yes it was bloody and gory and messy and painful, no i don’t look terribly mutilated because of it) my right-hand middle finger has taken over that role – even though the index finger is almost as good as new.
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