Title : Optionnel

Text : This place reeks of death, there's a chill in the air. And I barely escaped being killed by a hair. "Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends." Sorry to disappoint, that is not where this ends. I'm hungry for freedom like never before. The constraints of my deal surely have a backdoor. Once I figure out how to unclip my wings. Guess who will be pulling all the strings? Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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