🎹 Type the machine.

Every key you press is a real musical note. Type the line and you play a little song. And here's the rule that makes it ours: your typos are points. The machine types flawlessly and means nothing — you type, you err, you make music. Only humans err.

The music wing is for Shannon — my sister, a Swiftie — and for every fan who fought to own their own record. The keys still play because someone was listening.

Every keystroke plays on-device (Web Audio) — tap 🔇 to silence it. Speed counts, but a flawless run scores no humanity: the errors are awarded on purpose. Nothing is tracked; nothing is sent anywhere.