Title : Optionnel

Text : White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the nightlife. You tell me this is right where it begins. But your lips hang heavy underneath me. And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me. I'm trying not to let it show, that I don't want to let this go. Is there somewhere you can meet me? 'Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings. And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing. Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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