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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8830 | 2016-12-19 23:02:20 | 71.79 | 95% |
| 8359 | 2016-12-12 02:40:00 | 68.18 | 95% |
| 8115 | 2016-12-07 21:06:44 | 69.24 | 94% |
| 7716 | 2016-11-26 23:03:09 | 74.19 | 97% |
| 7395 | 2016-11-16 22:33:10 | 70.08 | 96% |