“You could play a quick game of Typer Shark” the shark-shaped devil in me whispered.

So later today, with just 40 minutes between this and that, I rolled out the yoga mat instead.

What the heck was happening, and why was I still playing when obviously, this wasn’t a great way to relax or do anything of value? Besides, Ken is sure that the more sharks I kill, the more our oceans suffer. My shoulders tensed, my eyes popped wide, my mouth got dry. What’s more disturbing is that as I played, I felt this frenzy take me over, wanting to keep going until I could get to the next level. Earlier today, when I meant to do yoga, I found myself playing Typer Shark for 40 minutes instead (until, as is inevitable, the sharks got me). And the better I got at Typer Shark, the longer the game. Turns out I was born to type very fast, killing sharks filled with words as they speed across the screen. For years, I couldn’t understand what my kids saw in playing video games into oblivion, but then - just recently - I discovered Typer Shark.

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