Excerpt from "The Festival" - H. P. Lovecraft

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Out of the unimaginable blackness beyond the gangrenous glare of that cold flame, out of the Tartarean leagues through which that oily river rolled uncanny, unheard, and unsuspected, there flopped rhythmically a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things that no sound eye could ever wholly grasp, nor sound brain ever wholly remember. They were not altogether crows, nor moles, nor buzzards, nor ants, nor vampire bats, nor decomposed human beings; but something I cannot and must not recall.

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यसका लागि सर्वोत्तम अंकहरू typing test

नाम WPM सट्टाई
strikeemblem 113.17 94.0%
kaiserpepper 101.77 90.0%
npabs 101.61 95.0%
colincastle1234 97.50 97.3%
user679371 96.44 97.1%
trishadgk 96.06 95.0%
bweeta 94.94 96.7%
m_murasaki 82.38 93.6%
user830398 81.67 96.5%
1typer 81.16 93.4%

हालका लागि

नाम WPM सट्टाई
npabs 101.61 95.0%
stevendiao 63.85 86.1%
strikeemblem 113.17 94.0%
user109821 39.60 92.9%
user830398 81.67 96.5%
never 29.05 85.2%
user101919 69.73 95.0%
ultradianairshi 78.43 99%