I took advanced studies computing back in 1981. My school considered typing to be an integral part of computer class. It could have been because we had only a few computers at the time; I doubt it was because Mrs. Miller was a big hacker. So, I signed up thinking I would dive instantly into the forefront of programming, and instead spent nine arduous weeks learning how to type.
I don't think I've ever been more grateful for being made do something I didn't want to do. I can now type a good 80 wpm if I want to, and I spend most of my waking life at a keyboard, writing either for fun or profit.
This would have been Mrs. Miller's dream keyboard. She was an old-school business teacher who rapped knuckles and refused to allow long fingernails in her class. Imagine not having to rap my knuckles for looking at the number row.