Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: The thought of death purifies. He's like a gardener who pulls up the weeds in his garden. This gardener, though, always wishes to be alone and immediately gets angry when he spots someone looking into his garden. This is the main reason why I hide my face behind a fan and an umbrella: to let the gardener work undisturbed. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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