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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19096 | 2018-02-24 09:35:08 | 71.19 | 98% |
| 16834 | 2018-02-15 02:23:52 | 73.83 | 98% |
| 2825 | 2017-01-27 01:25:55 | 54.08 | 95% |
| 790 | 2017-01-19 03:19:07 | 50.67 | 95% |