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2015-05-29 4027 words, 73.22 WPM 24.98 % typo

Day 4: 4027 words in 55 minutes giving a WPM of 73.22! Typo rate: 24.98 %

PS: This is a status-post, it is meant as a way for me to show off some of what I write every day.

“From what I have seen, you should do well to take care of it. It will weight you down. But where you would be going, you will learn to work with it. This dent here.” He turned the clinging heavy armour around, ” is where I took a log to my chest.” You have been given enough time to recover. Which should be any day now.  I would advise that you get to the eastern side of our continent. And hitch a ride with a trader. It is not really advertised. But we trade with the other continent. It is just not that often that the ships get here. However I think it is season now. So you should go there. You ‘ll likely get a ride. Given given your status.

Grandfather looked really tired.

“I will be leaving in the next few days. That is as far as I can extend my protection, so get a lot of rest.

The man turned, walked from the room. That was the last I saw of him. I got a message a few days later,it said that my granddad had left. I knew I’d better work fast. Getting up, I started packing the meagre things they had left me. Granddad and the rest of my family, some of the tribe too, I could see. A token form one of the girls that I had gotten along with a small jar, that contained some fabric that smelled like her. My memory was jogged and I remembered a time when we had been having fun in some field north in the country. It was amazing what the mind could scrounge up. I decided to close the jar, and stash it in the satchel.

It was as instantly one of the more precious things I owned. Even more the armour. I knew I would not be wearing it in a while. The satchel was was large enough to fit the small chest. It was hard to not break down crying every time I saw one of our tents. It had been a nice childhood. I had learnt to tame storms. There was nothing like it. I worked my way along the southern shoreline.”

 

“”From what I have seen, you should do well to take care of it. It will weight you down. But where you would be going, you will learn to work with it. This dent here.” He turned the clinging heavy armour around, ” is where I took a log to my chest.” You have been given enough time to recover. Which should be any day now.  I would advise that you get to the eastern side of our continent. And hitch a ride with a trader. It is not really advertised. But we trade with the other continent. It is just not that often that the ships get here. However I think it is season now. So you should go there. You ‘ll likely get a ride. Given given your status.

Grandfather looked really tired.

“I will be leaving in the next few days. That is as far as I can extend my protection, so get a lot of rest.

The man turned, walked from the room. That was the last I saw of him. I got a message a few days later,it said that my granddad had left. I knew I’d better work fast. Getting up, I started packing the meagre things they had left me. Granddad and the rest of my family, some of the tribe too, I could see. A token form one of the girls that I had gotten along with a small jar, that contained some fabric that smelled like her. My memory was jogged and I remembered a time when we had been having fun in some field north in the country. It was amazing what the mind could scrounge up. I decided to close the jar, and stash it in the satchel.

It was as instantly one of the more precious things I owned. Even more the armour. I knew I would not be wearing it in a while. The satchel was was large enough to fit the small chest. It was hard to not break down crying every time I saw one of our tents. It had been a nice childhood. I had learnt to tame storms. There was nothing like it. I worked my way along the southern shoreline.” ~ Alonzo Storm, Elite Storm Dancer

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