It’s like replacing a supermodel with fucking Billy Barty.
A filthy, disgusting, coffee- and KFC-stained, fingernail-trappin’, dander-havin’, ugly-ass, deafening supermodel. With a broken “p” key.
Still. It was my supermodel.
R.I.P. Tactile Pro 2.0 with handy USB docks, extended key set, and proudly virile mechanical keys.
You clicked and you clacked like a champion. And I won’t soon forget you.