Title : Optionnel

Text : On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow that I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay, when the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of the day. Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

Save test : Utilisez cette option si vous souhaitez partager ce test de dactylographie (uniquement pour les utilisateurs authentifiés).