Touch Typing Software for the Visually Impaired & Blind
Specialised edition developed with advice and guidance from the
Thomas Pocklington Trust
Compatible with:
JAWS and other screen readers
Dolphin SuperNova and other magnification software/hardware
Google and other captioning software
Learning to touch type is considered one of the most beneficial skills for visually impaired and blind individuals. This is because it allows them to transfer their thoughts easily and automatically onto a screen. It provides them with an invaluable tool and asset for independent working and communicating.
Learning to touch type at any age can dramatically boost confidence, self-belief and independence. However, teaching learners with visual impairment at an early age can drastically transform their experience whilst at school and in FE/HE. It puts them on a more even standing with their sighted peers and opens doors to new career opportunities.
Achieving muscle memory and automaticity when touch typing increases efficiency and productivity. However, most importantly, it frees the conscious mind to concentrate on planning, composing, processing and editing, greatly improving the quality of the work produced.
The KAZ Course
The KAZ course is a tutorial and is designed to be used independently or with minimum supervision. However, a structured lesson plan is available in Administrators’ admin-panels should they wish to teach the course during lessons.
The course consists of five modules:
Module 1– Flying Start - explains how the course works, teaches the home-row keys, correct posture whilst sitting at the keyboard, and explains the meaning, causes, signs, symptoms and preventative measures for Repetitive Strain Injury.
Module 2– The Basics - teaches the A-Z keys using KAZ’s five scientifically structured and trademarked phrases.
Module 3– Just Do It - offers additional exercises and challenge modules to help develop ‘muscle memory’, automaticity and help ingrain spelling.
Module 4– And The Rest - teaches punctuation and the number keys.
Module 5– SpeedBuilder - offers daily practice to increase speed and accuracy.
Years later, when the city replaced a neighborhood map with a grid of glass and a giant corporate complex, Filmihit remained—renegade and tenacious—on the edge of a new precinct. Kuldeep had grown older; his hands trembled now when threading film, but the projector hummed on. Mehar’s catalog had become a modest digital archive accessible to scholars and families, all arranged with a respect that matched the films’ sentimental architecture.
The narrative shifted in the film’s second half with the arrival of the city—glossy, loud, and indifferent. Aman left for work in a place that claimed to offer better wages and broader horizons. Parveen’s patience became a geography—she waited on a map, drafting routes of hope. Aman’s letters home came in waves: first full of adventure, then of ambiguity, then of a quiet erosion. The city in the film was not demonized; instead, it was rendered as a place that demanded different currencies—time, selfhood, the sacrifice of ritual for efficiency.
“You want the full ones?” he asked, half-laughing. His eyes crinkled at the corners, a map to past joys.
Aman’s family worked at the canal; Parveen’s father was a carpenter whose hands were poetry in wood. Yet the film did not pretend life was uncomplicated. There were debts that ate at sleep, promises from the city that promised earnings yet delivered dislocation, and a cousin who returned from abroad with a suitcase full of new manners and a hunger for what the village could not name. The script allowed for contradictions: pride and shame, generosity and stubborn reticence. It gave its characters the dignity of doing ordinary things badly and then trying again.
At a crucial moment, Aman returned home on leave. The reunion was filmed like a study in small economies of touch. They did not leap into each other’s arms in a way that cinema often prescribes; instead they re-learned how to sit in the same room, how to pass a cup of tea without trembling hands. The sequence was full of humbler rites: sharing a meal, fixing a window, and sitting in the dusk naming the things that had changed. In this area the script excelled—words were not the only conveyors of truth; the arrangement of objects, the lingering on a cracked teacup, conveyed what faces refused to speak.
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Years later, when the city replaced a neighborhood map with a grid of glass and a giant corporate complex, Filmihit remained—renegade and tenacious—on the edge of a new precinct. Kuldeep had grown older; his hands trembled now when threading film, but the projector hummed on. Mehar’s catalog had become a modest digital archive accessible to scholars and families, all arranged with a respect that matched the films’ sentimental architecture.
The narrative shifted in the film’s second half with the arrival of the city—glossy, loud, and indifferent. Aman left for work in a place that claimed to offer better wages and broader horizons. Parveen’s patience became a geography—she waited on a map, drafting routes of hope. Aman’s letters home came in waves: first full of adventure, then of ambiguity, then of a quiet erosion. The city in the film was not demonized; instead, it was rendered as a place that demanded different currencies—time, selfhood, the sacrifice of ritual for efficiency. filmihitcom punjabi full
“You want the full ones?” he asked, half-laughing. His eyes crinkled at the corners, a map to past joys. Years later, when the city replaced a neighborhood
Aman’s family worked at the canal; Parveen’s father was a carpenter whose hands were poetry in wood. Yet the film did not pretend life was uncomplicated. There were debts that ate at sleep, promises from the city that promised earnings yet delivered dislocation, and a cousin who returned from abroad with a suitcase full of new manners and a hunger for what the village could not name. The script allowed for contradictions: pride and shame, generosity and stubborn reticence. It gave its characters the dignity of doing ordinary things badly and then trying again. The narrative shifted in the film’s second half
At a crucial moment, Aman returned home on leave. The reunion was filmed like a study in small economies of touch. They did not leap into each other’s arms in a way that cinema often prescribes; instead they re-learned how to sit in the same room, how to pass a cup of tea without trembling hands. The sequence was full of humbler rites: sharing a meal, fixing a window, and sitting in the dusk naming the things that had changed. In this area the script excelled—words were not the only conveyors of truth; the arrangement of objects, the lingering on a cracked teacup, conveyed what faces refused to speak.
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