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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21177 | 2020-12-08 03:07:33 | 172.90 | 99% |
| 20876 | 2020-11-16 20:16:56 | 180.28 | 99% |
| 16205 | 2017-07-14 02:45:04 | 165.26 | 99% |
| 15246 | 2017-06-04 00:33:39 | 165.48 | 98% |