For use with

• Logitech G510s Keyboard
• This might work on keyboards with similar palm rests that have a identical mount - I cannot verify

Model List

• G510s_Palm_Wrist_Replacement_Clip_Cap

Use/Application

These are glue on replacement parts/cappers to replace broken clips.
They require the existing palm rest clip standoffs to be primarily intact (refer to images)

Required Tools For Assembly

• Cyanoacrylate/Superglue or an Epoxy glue

Assembly Preparation

You will need to trim back the standoff flat ends a bit with some sidecutters or sandpaper to have a relatively flat edge.

• Trim broken edge back to be straight. Try to keep as much of the "flat top" as possible
• See Post-Printing for image reference

Story:

Just for fun! I just like writing dramatic stories for these accidental incidents that spur on my repair parts :)

A while back I had been typing happily on my Logitech G510s keyboard. I was in a frenzy of typing fanaticism, keys were clacking away with reckless abandon. I was enraptured by the work, it was all consuming.

Next thing I knew, I was... parched, no... not just that... something more as though...... as though I had trudged through the Sahara desert... A the desperate need for water crackled from deep within my body.

I look up from my work. My vision scanned amongst the fields of knick-knacks. My eyes climbed the hills and mountains of papers. Nothing much but... there... a glisten caught my eyes on the horizon of my desk.

A beacon of hope! A glass of cool water, there before my eyes... Just barely within reach across the desk.

In desperation I lashed out for the glass. My arm cast out as far as its length could give. When it within my grasp the feral need for water beckoned that it be brought back... Screeching within to claw it back as much haste as I could muster.

As I reeled in my prize, a terrible fate had been set in motion, and I had yet to realize it. Blinded by the veil of promises... of that crisp and watery delight that lay hooked between my fingers.

The motion was set, and all in the path between my prize its path would know its magnitude on its set course.

And my poor keyboard, the workhorse- no - the noble steed and companion I steadily relied on was there... Between me and my feral reeling of my prize.

Then it happened... In a manner by which Sir Isacc Newton would be proud of, my keyboard was spurred to flight.From its state of complacent rest, it was compelled to terminal action, its destination: my hardwood floor, palm rest and all...