IâM pretty fast,â Joanne warns. âFair enough,â I reply, but really Iâm just curious to see how she can text at all. Gripping that ever-present iPhone between chin and what she calls her left hand, she manoeuvres it onto the table and begins texting. With her upper and lower lip. And at a speed faster than Iâve seen anyone text. My jaw drops. She shows me the screen, a flawless message. I can only chuckle in astonishment. She laughs back â you can tell she enjoys that reaction.