Typing Speedster Pillows

'I can take 400 words per minute.'

"Hey, I'm thirsty. I need a drink. A drink and a liverwurst sandwich. Hey, how about a sandwich and a beer down at Gallagher's, then we can go shoot some pool? Or maybe take in a movie. Hey, I'm talking to you."

"If it doesn't happen on Facebook, it didn't happen."

A tortoise running along the side of the road, panting.

"Barb's such a fast reader."

"For just one monkey in front of one typewriter you've come up with some amazing stuff."

"It's just one monkey at one typewriter, but we've given him an infinite need for validation."

"I want to be straight with you, Cathy—I've gone through a number of cars in my life."

"Oh, oh, it seems they've had a little trouble with the hand-off in lane number three."

'You say you type 80 words a minute ... Actually, that's not at all important...!'

'Hey, wait for me!'

It's all fixed. Just don't type anything that contains the letter ‘E'.

'Never, Ever...drive 56 mph on a 55 mph freeway in a sporty red convertible.'

Car leaving highway crashes through 'EXIT HERE' sign.

Man running

'No, boss, this isn't a secret code. My spell check is broken and this is what my typing actually looks like.'

'How many words per minute do you type?'

Birthday Racing Car

"Sorry, eighty is not the new sixty-five."

'We don't know what the final result will look like, but the movie rights have already been optioned.'

A souped up car...

Sales Secretary

"Emergency exits are located on both sides of the cabin...."

"IBS isn't all bad. It was largely responsible for me winning 6 sprinting medals in college track."

'It's not encrypted, Captain. That's just the clerk's usual typing.'

'I hate running in the outside lane.'

'Your training will be the next five minutes watching my fingers move at the speed of light.'

"Mr. Evans, it's a speeding ticket. You can't plea insanity."

'Why is it when you hit two keys by mistake, the one you don't want appears on the screen?'

'How many words a minute do you type?' - 'Big ones or little ones?'

Driver at Grand Prix shooting another driver with the cork from champagne

'I've got a confession to make dear, I'm The Stig!

'I can type 500 words per minute.'

Nice moves—is that an air piano or are you doing the E-Mail?"

"They're perfect astronauts. Fast velocity followed by a long, slow pace."