Title : Optionnel

Text : Step out the front door like a ghost into a fog; and no one notices the contrast of white on white. In between the moon and you, angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again where... I don't know. Maria said she's dying, through the door I hear her crying, why? I don't know... Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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