Title : Optionnel

Text : And you were tossing me the car keys, fuck the patriarchy, keychain on the ground, we were always skipping town and I was thinking on the drive down anytime now he's gonna say it's love, you never called it what it was till we were dead and gone and buried check the pulse and come back swearing it's the same after three months in the grave and then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you but all I felt was shame and you held my lifeless frame. Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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