Tithonus - Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many a summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world, A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream The ever-silent spaces of the East, Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn.

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यसका लागि सर्वोत्तम अंकहरू typing test

नाम WPM सट्टाई
strikeemblem 97.71 94.9%
delacruz.danilojr 94.55 95.1%
hamchow 94.26 97.6%
ellxi39 89.65 95.1%
saraannehopperr 86.03 92.5%
armanrezaee 84.90 94.6%
m_murasaki 84.82 97.1%
donoshea 84.56 94.6%
iltranscendent 83.23 97.1%
user90997 82.18 90.8%

हालका लागि

नाम WPM सट्टाई
user90997 74.39 88.1%
ashrosetta123 68.31 87.3%
typingsoldier 41.93 94.0%
user109709 49.17 85.9%
kiryooo 43.19 87.3%
user109520 47.49 96.4%
hibernicus 57.26 98.1%
bkbroiler 66.63 90%