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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13649 | 2020-04-05 07:46:40 | 69.63 | 96% |
7574 | 2017-09-28 10:34:14 | 62.98 | 96% |
5957 | 2017-04-19 07:22:52 | 55.80 | 90% |