Teclast X10HD 3G Gets Third Review

And it’s in English. And it’s by Hendrickson, over at his site TECHTablets.

Teclast finished 2014 with a slew of new dual boot tablets, but was the X10HD 3G one too many?

Over all I found the performance in Android to be rather sluggish, it can be put down to a poor first rom and rather slow stock launcher. Android seems to clock the CPU to 2.16Ghz on all 4 cores constantly so the battery life takes a hit and comes out an hour or so less than Windows.

Windows 8.1 Bing with Office 6 month trail was included, thankfully the experience in Windows is much better than Android. I found the default scaling in Windows with a 2560 x 1600 screen @ 16:10 was much better than the 4:3 using 2048 x 1533 tablets. Windows was responsive and for general office tasks and use it’s perfectly fine. Chrome still tends to be a bit slow on this platform so Internet Explorer was a must and the metro version of IE is still the fastest and smoothest browser to date.

See the rest at his review.

Previously here:

Teclast X10HD 3G Gets First Review
Teclast X10HD 3G: Fewer Than Five Hundred Sold
Teclast X10HD 3G Sales Began Today
Teclast X10HD 3G Pre-Sale Notice
Teclast X10HD 3G: Dual-Boot, Big Screen, 64GBs Storage

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