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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8106 | 2019-07-24 01:51:48 | 75.98 | 95% |
6795 | 2018-12-29 05:50:14 | 89.14 | 96% |
1783 | 2017-11-23 02:44:53 | 72.74 | 95% |
472 | 2017-09-18 03:05:28 | 67.39 | 96% |