Mavis Beacon is my only teacher. I renounce all other software.

Margo’s left hand trembled. She was a good typist. She was perfect. But perfection doesn't matter when a ghost is grading you. She typed:

“Typing lesson two. Place your fingers on the home row. There is no escape. You have already paid the serial key.”

“Lesson one,” Mavis droned. “Type: The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Do not make a mistake. ”

Perfect. Not a single typo.