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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5777 | 2020-08-01 19:06:49 | 53.39 | 96% |
| 4585 | 2017-11-26 14:21:33 | 64.91 | 97% |
| 3022 | 2017-04-02 07:21:12 | 53.41 | 91% |