Title: Optional

Text: Whenever I think of the man I was in those days, cutting across the mat-cropped grass of the campus, burdened down by the weight of the books in which I sought the consolation of other men's grief, and burdened further by the large weight of my own bitterness, the whole vision seems a nightmare. There were girls all about me, so near and yet so out of reach, a pastel nightmare of honey-blond, pink-lipped, golden-legged, lemon-sweatered girls. Each paragraph will be a test.

Save test: Use this if you want to share this typing test (only for authenticated users).