Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: However much you may try, once your hand is shown, a bluff becomes a near impossibility. I know you wish ill upon me. You want me rotting in a cell made of my own insecurities. There is so much vile hatred that comes from you, that I know a blatant attack on you will only make the phantom villain you've made of me a reality. I only hold back from retribution, not because I have concern left for your well-being, but because it is against my character to spill hatred from your wounds. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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