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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10986 | 2020-11-09 14:00:17 | 143.37 | 99% |
| 7672 | 2018-10-11 06:05:05 | 135.12 | 98% |
| 6396 | 2018-09-14 00:19:01 | 145.29 | 98% |
| 3317 | 2018-04-07 02:31:10 | 135.26 | 99% |