Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: Dee's eyes never left the Qayom Malak, even as she tossed Cam the towel draped over her shoulder. 'Oh it's far worse, Cam. Now you've got to clean. Polish the angels, especially their wings. Polish hen until they shine. We are going to need the moonlight to shine on them in precisely the right way.'. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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