I used to be able to type about 100 words per minute with a zero percent error rate. I say that to let those who don't actually know me understand that I am something of a perfectionist, not arrogant. The contraption I now use to “type” is made from PVC pipes and some other items I can't recognize. It was artfully crafted by the kind souls at Be Extraordinary. I honestly can't say how many incarnations of this switch there have been. Early on, I could only move my left foot. Then movement returned to my left thumb. All this at less than a snail's pace, mind you. Next, my left pinky. I guess that it would be appropriate if I thank Dr. Susan Fager and Suzie Wiley. Back to the pinky. Once I had two options, all that was history. Now let's not discuss speed or errors.