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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6917 | 2020-03-15 20:15:14 | 93.57 | 98% |
| 3009 | 2017-10-21 04:43:14 | 89.18 | 98% |
| 1801 | 2017-07-04 19:56:15 | 79.62 | 96% |
| 1103 | 2017-06-10 07:16:00 | 75.78 | 97% |