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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9791 | 2020-02-24 04:52:59 | 89.95 | 97% |
9302 | 2020-01-27 23:39:12 | 87.86 | 97% |
3722 | 2018-02-08 21:06:41 | 76.17 | 97% |
2218 | 2017-06-12 15:44:53 | 76.09 | 97% |
1979 | 2017-04-18 12:28:08 | 70.89 | 94% |