When I was in high school, I looked upon typing class as one of the great horrors of modern society. My teacher, Mrs. Ito, could drill us for an hour with "M, M, M. OK, now M, T, M," droning strings of repeating letters on and on until our eyes crossed.
But an all new class of typing horror has changed the way I view my keyboard.
Imagine a bloodthirsty zombie charging at you with an ax. You cannot run. You have no gun to shoot. Your only hope is to type the word "walnut" as quickly as possible.