Practice Typing

It was a foggy, cloudy morning, and a dun coloured veil hung over the house tops, looking like the reflection of the mud coloured streets beneath. My companion was in the best of spirits, and prattled away about Cremona fiddles, and the difference between a Stradivarius and an Amati. As for myself, I was silent, for the dull weather and the melancholy business upon which we were engaged, depressed my spirits.