My dad can type. He was extremely unhappy about finding himself in a position where he couldn't ignore the need anymore and it took him 3 years to work up to 35 wpm but, dang it, peck peck peck he can he can draft an EPA form off to the gubment with the best of them. Those fuckers.

He eventually left that job with one positive result from having learned to type. He realized it he could learn to type as an old dog, he could learn to play fiddle as an old dog too. And that. We all enjoy.