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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17851 | 2020-12-18 00:56:12 | 91.19 | 97% |
| 16793 | 2020-12-14 03:17:06 | 86.76 | 95% |
| 12307 | 2020-11-27 11:40:34 | 93.69 | 97% |
| 364 | 2017-09-01 11:48:05 | 57.09 | 98% |