Practice Typing

The three gentlemen stepped out of their room and looked round in amazement for their breakfasts; they had been forgotten about. Where is our breakfast., the middle gentleman asked the cleaner irritably. She just put her finger on her lips and made a quick and silent sign to the men that they might like to come into Gregors room. They did so, and stood around Gregors corpse with their hands in the pockets of their well worn coats.