Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: The rain that brings you here is heaven blessed. The skies begin to clear, and I'm at rest; a breath away from where you are. I've come home from so far. So don't you fret monsieur Marius, I don't feel any pain. A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now. You're here, that's all I need to know. You will keep me safe, and you will keep me close. And rain will make the flowers grow. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

Save test: यदि तपाईं यो टाइपिङ परीक्षणलाई साझा गर्न चाहानुहुन्छ भने यो प्रयोग गर्नुहोस् (केवल प्रमाणीकृत प्रयोगकर्ताहरूको लागि)।