Text race history for 👺John Lachney (valikor)

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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
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%