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Did you feel it at 25 words a minute? Maybe you had to hit 40 or 60. If you can touch-type, you鈥檒l recall the moment when muscle memory kicked in and you realized you could think through your fingers.

Musicians had known the feeling long before Frank Edward McGurrin in 1878 trained himself to be the fastest man alive on the keyboard by learning to type without looking at the keys. But while musicians communicate in an exquisitely soulful language, their message can鈥檛 be relied on for clarity.

Nobleman: 鈥淨uick, knave, knowst thou how to free us from the bottom of this well?鈥�
Knave (strumming mandolin): 鈥淒oes it go something like this, my liege?鈥�

If your fingers on 鈥淎SDFJKL;鈥� feel as natural as talking, then you owe a debt to young McGurrin. A go-getter law clerk in Grand Rapids, Mich., he was already a capable typist when his boss lied to him one day about watching a young woman in another office blazing away on the keyboard while gazing serenely out a window. McGurrin made up his mind that 鈥渨hatever a girl could do I could do .... I discarded my former method of two or three fingers and determined to use all of my fingers.鈥� He eventually clocked in at 90 words per minute.

Thousands of girls and boys have done 90 or better since then. Claims to the world鈥檚 fastest fingers range as high as 600 w.p.m. The 鈥�Guinness Book of World Records鈥� notes, among other feats, most books typed backward (hats off to Michele Santelia of Campobasso, Italy) and fastest typing on a smart phone (kudos, Pedro Matias of Portugal).

In less heroic realms, typing fluency allows one to try a phrase, revise it, build an argument, think about the right word, eradicate clich茅s, and feel a passage cohere 鈥� i.e., write 鈥� in comfortable continuous motion. Fluid penmanship is a great thing. And I鈥檝e seen amazing exertions by two-fingered reporters pounding away against injustice. But touch-typing is almost effortless.

One of the more memorable photos of Ernest Hemingway has him with sleeves rolled above his elbow, leaning into his Royal portable 鈥� probably on some Spanish afternoon when light fell on the page and in the villa with the brown door around the corner from the old man鈥檚 house the matador slowly donned his suit of light.

My favorite office knickknack is a G.I. Joe doll in its original box that an old comrade discovered on eBay and gave me. It is of the World War II correspondent Ernie Pyle. Why him? Pyle wrote the original 鈥淪tory of G.I. Joe鈥� long before the Everyman soldier morphed into a buffed-out action figure and movie franchise. The box contains a small typewriter 鈥� no gun, space communicator, or power vest. I鈥檓 sure my G.I. Joe didn鈥檛 fly off the shelves at Toys 鈥楻鈥� Us.

I鈥檝e owned many a keyboard over the years. They鈥檝e been attached to Remington manuals with excellent mechanics and clunky electrics that moved with gratifying speed. In the precomputer era, my prize was an IBM Selectric with lovely curves and an amazing rotating type ball. It powered a brief, between-jobs, freelance career. A lightweight Olivetti portable with a blue cover was standard gear for foreign assignments in the early 1980s, though there was too much finger exertion needed to make writing fun with that one.

Then came portable computers, then laptops 鈥� lighter, faster, and more wonderfully capable every year. I love my iPhone, but smart phones with or without physical keyboards are not for real writing. Same with the new wonder, the iPad. As machine-human interfaces go, typing is fundamental. Voice-to-text may one day rival it, but while applications like Google Voice get much of the information right, they inevitably mangle words and meaning.

Fingers are called upon to fix the nonsense.

John Yemma is the editor of 海角大神.