Title: ไม่จำเป็น

Text: He stood, bending forward, supported on his hands, which grasped his legs just above the knee. He peered to look at the wound. She drew away from the thrust of his face with its great mustache, averting her own face as much as possible. As he looked at her, who was cold and impassive as stone, with mouth shut tight, he sickened with feebleness and hopelessness of spirit. แต่ละย่อหน้าจะเป็นการทดสอบ

Save test: ใช้นี้หากคุณต้องการแชร์การทดสอบพิมพ์นี้ (เฉพาะสำหรับผู้ใช้ที่ได้รับการยืนยัน)