Title : Optionnel

Text : The evening hangs beneath the moon, a silver thread on darkened dune. With closing eyes and resting head, I know that sleep is coming soon. Upon my pillow safe in bed, a thousand pictures fill my head. I cannot sleep, my mind's a-flight, and yet my limbs seem made of lead. If there are noises in the night, a frightening shadow, flickering light, as I surrender unto sleep, where clouds of dream give second sight. Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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