It came with my pea see,

It plainly marks four my revue

Mistakes I dew not sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word

And weight four it two say,

Weather eye am wrong oar write

It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid

It nose bee fore two long,

And eye can put the era rite

Its rarely ever wrong

I've scent this massage threw it

And I'm shore your pleased to no,

Its letter perfect in every weigh