This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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9662 | 2020-05-30 11:03:48 | 78.48 | 96% |
9091 | 2020-05-07 15:36:04 | 78.22 | 95% |
2238 | 2019-02-23 10:35:48 | 84.53 | 96% |
469 | 2019-01-08 17:15:26 | 68.15 | 95% |