Touch Typing

It's been 3 months since you started. Daily, you would get down to work, to practicing a new skill, taking a twenty minute test to see how well you fared.

In the beginning you could barely manage to find the letters without looking down. Over time though, you began to recognise the patterns, how the fingers felt when they tightened and loosened as they moved over the various letters.

Soon enough, you reached speeds in the 20's, within a week, your speed was in the 30 words per minute threshold. After that it took you a few more weeks to reach over 40, then another month to reach 50. By the end of the three months, you had made it into the lower 70's.

In the last few weeks though, you started to notice a problem. You realized that you did not feel like you had as much control over your fingers as you once thought you did. They would freeze over letters unexpectedly, or they would repeatedly hit the wrong letter in place of a specific one again and again. Sometimes every mistake you made would lead to more mistakes until every second word was spelled incorrectly.

You knew it was all muscle memory, your hands taking time to assimilate the experience and have it come out naturally. But that did not help you feel any better when you would work on a mistake for weeks and when fixed, within a day it would seem to revert back to occurring again and again. By the last few weeks it was like you were stuck in place, unable to go forward or back, as if your hands were not willing to follow you any further.

At last, after another session of unexpected failure, with mistakes you had not made since last month, you at last went into a furious rage and slammed your fists against the table. You managed to hit it far harder than you expected, and you stared at your now numb hands in frustration unable to understand why they would not work correctly as they clenched and unclenched before your eyes.

It took you a few moments before you noticed that you were not the one closing and opening your fists. You tried to stop it but your hands seemed to be no longer under your control. You watched as you heard the popping sounds coming from them as the bones seemed to bend in ways that you were certain they should not be able to.

You fell off your chair as you watched in horror as your hands bent backwards and started to crawl up your arms, the bones in your arms breaking under the pressure of this unnatural motion, your hands making their way towards your face. You kept trying to move back screaming in horror to no avail, unable to distance yourself from your own body until at last the hands were clasped around your throat as you lost consciousness never to awaken again.