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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19029 | 2019-03-12 20:27:48 | 83.99 | 97% |
| 18054 | 2019-02-01 23:59:21 | 84.11 | 98% |
| 16364 | 2017-08-24 00:14:54 | 81.09 | 97% |
| 12925 | 2016-11-24 04:45:00 | 76.85 | 94% |