There was an old boy that drove his house mates bonkers with his late night typing as he wrote his classic novel and I always wondered how he made out with it.
This was in the days of the manual typewriter complete with return bell.
Horrid thing to listen to....chinkachinkacchiachinka....DING! Then the smashing of the carriage returning to the other side of the machine with a loud clunk.
I give him credit for his sticking to it.....but I wish he had been living offshore on a drilling rig where there was peace and quiet.