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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8423 | 2018-09-06 04:38:35 | 88.11 | 98% |
| 7004 | 2018-08-06 05:49:55 | 81.74 | 98% |
| 6852 | 2018-08-05 04:08:32 | 87.94 | 98% |
| 2701 | 2018-04-12 06:30:42 | 72.84 | 97% |