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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26588 | 2017-02-04 09:02:58 | 132.73 | 98% |
26587 | 2017-02-04 09:01:51 | 117.41 | 97% |
25761 | 2016-11-20 07:49:01 | 126.89 | 94% |