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this is a typing game.
practice fingering typing and Read the story.
today’s story:
THE FIR TREE
Out in the woods stood a nice little Fir Tree. The place he had was a very good one: the sun shone on him: as to fresh air, there was enough of that, and round him grew many large-sized comrades, pines as well as firs. But the little Fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree.
He did not think of the warm sun and of the fresh air; he did not care for the little cottage children that ran about and prattled when they were in the woods looking for wild-strawberries. The children often came with a whole pitcher full of berries, or a long row of them threaded on a straw, and sat down near the young tree and said, „Oh, how pretty he is! What a nice little fir!“ But this was what the Tree could not bear to hear…. this is a typing game.
