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Text : Days are just passing. Precisely like things you put in your eye sight - seconds later they are no more. Sounds, images and ideas are spawned and mixed together to establish a thought - seconds later, astonishingly omitted. Memories are sailing in a dark mind that aggregates between the uncolored water - since there is no sky, and the tough outside real world where other brains endeavor to occupy it. Still, memories are cruising without a marked edge that signs the end of their cosmos. Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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