Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow that I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay, when the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of the day. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

Save test: यदि तपाईं यो टाइपिङ परीक्षणलाई साझा गर्न चाहानुहुन्छ भने यो प्रयोग गर्नुहोस् (केवल प्रमाणीकृत प्रयोगकर्ताहरूको लागि)।