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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23309 | 2020-10-21 03:15:54 | 97.69 | 97% |
| 5838 | 2019-09-28 23:58:31 | 93.61 | 98% |
| 2298 | 2019-07-01 20:22:28 | 92.48 | 97% |