eisensafran/font_kerning_spacing.txt

## font_kerning_spacing.txt
Nonsense text with as much Latin diacritics as possible.

Ah! Ève’s ñu bëfriends Mýron’s činčilla. While Jürgen exclaims, »Žao mì! Qué wacky bazaar this is!« Fëlix’s džem, intertwined with Gołąbki, offers xcellent vü. Òscar, quixotic as ever, jumps bazookas over lazy gnus. Ñandú and Þorfinn, both pýgmies of qüirkiness, engage in jolly räpsodies. ›Cœur, vôtre santé, tôasts Ülkü with žest. Meanwhile, Xanthippe and Władysław zígzag across the dûne, their ÿodels echoing quirky nuances. Visionary as thëy are, they embrace jüxtapositions, weaving ïntricate kłobucks amidst láughter and zesty bánquets. "Bravo, Çedomir! Väl done!" Päivi hoots, as Sèamus’s çymbals resonate împishly.

Åh, ænigmatic ënigma, ćontinuôusly žooming across the quirky xylophone‘s tunes, bêneath the çryptic moon's glow. Ónce, a jõvial gnome named Łukasz, wielding a viölin, stumbled üpon a fáscinating Šlovak village, hidden under šcruffy pines and lush ôaks. There, hē discoũntered the elusive, Ÿeti-like creature, Þórir, prancing ämidst jagged ìce sculptures.

The air was thick with ñostalgia as Þórir cajoled Łukasz into a célestial dance, whirling amidst ñeon mushrooms that glõwed wîth phôsphorescence. Théy exchanged whimsical anecdotes, çackling and guffawing, casting dïacritical marks into the air, which turned into sparkling, accented butterflies. Each butterfly flūttered away, leaving a trail of ùmlauts and çedillas. “Égads!” exclaimed Łukasz, »Whåt ôdd zephyrs swirl here, where völcanoes burp out béats and rhythms instead of lava!« Åmidst this chaos, Łukasz and Þórir dined on qûiche and jalapeños, serenaded by the cryptic, ûplifting refrains of a býgone era played by a qüaint theremin.

As dawn approached, the unlikely duo settled by a serene rivër, reflections of þe moonlight dancing over the water's sürface. “This ěscape,” sighed Łukasz, ›is a trüe téstament to the beauty of diversity and the jöy of åbsürdity.« With a warm embrace, they vowed to remain friends in this fantastical realm of chaotic harmony.

And so, as the sũn rîsed, spreading its golden hue across the land, the village slowly awoke, not quite sure if the night's events were real, or just a shared dream, woven by the playful spirits of diacritics and alphabets.

Axel, Maßvoll, Tünft, Yöris,

(1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(0)
[1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][0]
{1}{2}{3}{4}{5}{6}{7}{8}{9}{0}


Once upon; a time, there was! an extraordinary: adventure… that took place: in a land~far, far away; where every creature—big, or small—had something to say! „Hello!“ they chirped… „What‘s up?“ they roared… „Good day,“ they whispered: softly. However—this wasn‘t any ordinary; place… it was a place where punctuation, ruled~supreme.

The? leader: of this land; was a wise, old owl—named: Sir? Comma; the Wise… He; lived in a towering~castle, surrounded by, a vast: forest; filled with! exclamation: points! Everywhere? you looked—there were; punctuation marks, dancing: through the air… like tiny, fireflies… shimmering in the; twilight: „What a beautiful: sight!“ exclaimed; a young; fox—named: Dash… who loved! to explore, every nook; and cranny—of the punctuation; forest.

One day; Dash: met a mysterious: creature—called; Ellipsis… who, always seemed to be trailing off; in the middle of a thought… „Hello, Dash,“ said; Ellipsis… „I need your: help… There‘s a missing; period, in our world; and it‘s causing all sorts of? confusion… Can you help: me, find it?“ Dash, being the adventurous: fox; he was! agreed, without a second: thought… and so, their journey; began…

They traveled: through the land of; Apostrophes—where contractions; lived happily, and into the Valley; of Question? Marks—where uncertainty; was the norm… Each place: they visited, had its own; unique rhythm; and reason! Finally, after much? searching… they found the missing; period—hiding in the Cave of; Parentheses (a mysterious: and often overlooked; place)…

With the period; safely returned, the land of punctuation; was at peace—once again… Sir? Comma; the Wise: declared a celebration! and all the creatures: rejoiced… Dash; the fox, had become a hero! and Ellipsis… well, he continued to trail; off—leaving everyone, with a sense; of wonder…

And so; the land of punctuation! continued to thrive: in harmony… where every; mark—no matter how; small—had its place… and purpose…

O0,l1,Z2,S5,G6,B8

„0“ “0”

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	Nonsense text with as much Latin diacritics as possible.

	Ah! Ève’s ñu bëfriends Mýron’s činčilla. While Jürgen exclaims, »Žao mì! Qué wacky bazaar this is!« Fëlix’s džem, intertwined with Gołąbki, offers xcellent vü. Òscar, quixotic as ever, jumps bazookas over lazy gnus. Ñandú and Þorfinn, both pýgmies of qüirkiness, engage in jolly räpsodies. ›Cœur, vôtre santé, tôasts Ülkü with žest. Meanwhile, Xanthippe and Władysław zígzag across the dûne, their ÿodels echoing quirky nuances. Visionary as thëy are, they embrace jüxtapositions, weaving ïntricate kłobucks amidst láughter and zesty bánquets. "Bravo, Çedomir! Väl done!" Päivi hoots, as Sèamus’s çymbals resonate împishly.

	Åh, ænigmatic ënigma, ćontinuôusly žooming across the quirky xylophone‘s tunes, bêneath the çryptic moon's glow. Ónce, a jõvial gnome named Łukasz, wielding a viölin, stumbled üpon a fáscinating Šlovak village, hidden under šcruffy pines and lush ôaks. There, hē discoũntered the elusive, Ÿeti-like creature, Þórir, prancing ämidst jagged ìce sculptures.

	The air was thick with ñostalgia as Þórir cajoled Łukasz into a célestial dance, whirling amidst ñeon mushrooms that glõwed wîth phôsphorescence. Théy exchanged whimsical anecdotes, çackling and guffawing, casting dïacritical marks into the air, which turned into sparkling, accented butterflies. Each butterfly flūttered away, leaving a trail of ùmlauts and çedillas. “Égads!” exclaimed Łukasz, »Whåt ôdd zephyrs swirl here, where völcanoes burp out béats and rhythms instead of lava!« Åmidst this chaos, Łukasz and Þórir dined on qûiche and jalapeños, serenaded by the cryptic, ûplifting refrains of a býgone era played by a qüaint theremin.

	As dawn approached, the unlikely duo settled by a serene rivër, reflections of þe moonlight dancing over the water's sürface. “This ěscape,” sighed Łukasz, ›is a trüe téstament to the beauty of diversity and the jöy of åbsürdity.« With a warm embrace, they vowed to remain friends in this fantastical realm of chaotic harmony.

	And so, as the sũn rîsed, spreading its golden hue across the land, the village slowly awoke, not quite sure if the night's events were real, or just a shared dream, woven by the playful spirits of diacritics and alphabets.

	Axel, Maßvoll, Tünft, Yöris,

	(1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(0)
	[1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][0]
	{1}{2}{3}{4}{5}{6}{7}{8}{9}{0}


	Once upon; a time, there was! an extraordinary: adventure… that took place: in a land~far, far away; where every creature—big, or small—had something to say! „Hello!“ they chirped… „What‘s up?“ they roared… „Good day,“ they whispered: softly. However—this wasn‘t any ordinary; place… it was a place where punctuation, ruled~supreme.

	The? leader: of this land; was a wise, old owl—named: Sir? Comma; the Wise… He; lived in a towering~castle, surrounded by, a vast: forest; filled with! exclamation: points! Everywhere? you looked—there were; punctuation marks, dancing: through the air… like tiny, fireflies… shimmering in the; twilight: „What a beautiful: sight!“ exclaimed; a young; fox—named: Dash… who loved! to explore, every nook; and cranny—of the punctuation; forest.

	One day; Dash: met a mysterious: creature—called; Ellipsis… who, always seemed to be trailing off; in the middle of a thought… „Hello, Dash,“ said; Ellipsis… „I need your: help… There‘s a missing; period, in our world; and it‘s causing all sorts of? confusion… Can you help: me, find it?“ Dash, being the adventurous: fox; he was! agreed, without a second: thought… and so, their journey; began…

	They traveled: through the land of; Apostrophes—where contractions; lived happily, and into the Valley; of Question? Marks—where uncertainty; was the norm… Each place: they visited, had its own; unique rhythm; and reason! Finally, after much? searching… they found the missing; period—hiding in the Cave of; Parentheses (a mysterious: and often overlooked; place)…

	With the period; safely returned, the land of punctuation; was at peace—once again… Sir? Comma; the Wise: declared a celebration! and all the creatures: rejoiced… Dash; the fox, had become a hero! and Ellipsis… well, he continued to trail; off—leaving everyone, with a sense; of wonder…

	And so; the land of punctuation! continued to thrive: in harmony… where every; mark—no matter how; small—had its place… and purpose…

	O0,l1,Z2,S5,G6,B8

	„0“ “0”

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