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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14865 | 2020-04-09 20:13:19 | 141.12 | 99% |
3105 | 2019-11-23 19:55:59 | 122.45 | 98% |
1364 | 2019-05-22 14:46:25 | 111.20 | 98% |