Title : Optionnel

Text : She was running. Running like she was being followed by a group of Olympic thugs. She didn't know why she was running. It was dark, she could only make out the pavement just in front of her as she dodged the plethora of potholes. She flew through the city, searching for something but she couldn't remember what. She felt like she was being hunted, looking for sanctuary as she barreled through the similar streets. Her wide eyes darted back and forth looking for a reason to stop. Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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