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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3929 | 2017-08-04 19:52:15 | 67.21 | 97% |
| 3537 | 2017-06-03 08:02:08 | 70.63 | 96% |
| 2696 | 2017-02-03 04:09:33 | 60.72 | 93% |