Text race history for IIIllllIlIlIIIIlII (bakalu)

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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
5092 2019-06-18 20:16:29 65.16 95%
2231 2019-04-25 16:59:42 59.86 95%