Title : Optionnel

Text : The ink is running toward the page, it's chasing off the days. Look back at both feet and that winding knee. I missed your skin when you were east; you clicked your heels and wished for me. Through playful lips made of yarn, that fragile Capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves. I know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it home. Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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