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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12203 | 2018-04-01 11:07:00 | 122.31 | 97% |
| 12149 | 2018-03-30 09:35:23 | 122.46 | 98% |
| 9058 | 2017-12-13 08:33:22 | 132.27 | 98% |