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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10142 | 2019-06-02 17:49:40 | 89.44 | 97% |
9983 | 2018-11-29 21:45:08 | 85.02 | 98% |
2573 | 2018-02-17 19:12:46 | 59.09 | 96% |