Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: I hear the anguish of the street, and like an old forgotten tune, a song that no one knows... Forgot how it goes. Just John and me, forever eternally, Jane Doe. And I'm askin' why Lord. If this is how I die Lord, why be left with no family and no friends? I've got no celebration. Just this consolation, time eats all his children in the end. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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