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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4513 | 2020-05-22 23:25:05 | 76.33 | 97% |
| 2294 | 2020-04-27 23:20:01 | 72.37 | 97% |
| 1666 | 2020-04-20 16:33:30 | 66.62 | 96% |
| 788 | 2020-04-07 17:05:34 | 56.24 | 96% |