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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1192 | 2017-05-08 15:36:37 | 94.34 | 95% |
| 429 | 2016-12-22 02:51:06 | 97.68 | 98% |
| 189 | 2016-12-06 06:11:17 | 89.81 | 97% |
| 177 | 2016-12-06 05:58:19 | 79.60 | 95% |