MUTS NO TYPO

I have spent about 90 minutes in MUTS NO TYPO and I am at a loss for words. The game is exactly what it is purported to be… a dystopian typing exercise. Beyond that, there is not much to say. You are welcomed into Typing Trial 2391. You agree to be judged on speed, accuracy, and hesitation. Like a true Type A personality, I am determined to “pass” this test and prove that I am a proficient touch typist. The test is predictable until Round Six, when the rules start to unravel. Suddenly you are asked to make corrections, type backwards, censor, and interpret. My fingers stumble and I am eliminated. Removed from competition, as in “game over” and I am added to the list of typing ne'er-do-wells. Not willing to accept such a personal failure, I try again. This time I achieve passing scores on all ten levels of competition and I win a prize which is not quite what I expect. In a supreme act of benevolence, the office of all things related to typing (the OCPPET) offers to let me repeat the same test in Typing Trial 2392. Hmm… MUTS NO TYPO has a the feel of being caught in a totalitarian dystopia. You are tasked to type whatever is asked of you, with a crisp authoritarian voice re…