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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41315 | 2019-07-07 01:50:15 | 149.57 | 99% |
| 27679 | 2017-11-20 01:58:47 | 125.43 | 97% |
| 23016 | 2017-05-28 01:23:34 | 143.76 | 96% |
| 21421 | 2017-02-27 02:40:51 | 150.88 | 97% |
| 21211 | 2017-02-18 18:44:59 | 136.12 | 92% |