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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13464 | 2019-08-17 21:50:39 | 67.81 | 96% |
| 9455 | 2019-03-17 13:18:32 | 80.02 | 98% |
| 8800 | 2019-03-02 08:16:03 | 83.82 | 98% |
| 4709 | 2018-10-07 02:02:54 | 60.51 | 96% |
| 3933 | 2018-09-23 07:53:05 | 63.43 | 97% |