Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: The days slip through my fingers, no thought ever seems to linger. I drink water and yet it spills through me. I feel parched and that no food can ever nourish me. My sleep is thick and long, and yet I wake up tired. It's all wrong. The taste of the days, the texture of the feelings, the sound of the silence, is deafening, slippery and disgusting. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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