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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4229 | 2018-06-13 04:17:51 | 94.09 | 96% |
2654 | 2018-03-21 05:59:57 | 89.49 | 98% |
1302 | 2017-07-24 23:39:45 | 82.66 | 97% |