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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13786 | 2020-07-24 11:09:57 | 101.60 | 98% |
12004 | 2020-06-18 07:22:39 | 103.12 | 98% |
8234 | 2019-12-20 12:55:58 | 79.59 | 96% |