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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29119 | 2019-05-05 20:22:19 | 138.23 | 98% |
| 25312 | 2018-10-16 18:09:27 | 126.47 | 96% |
| 15962 | 2017-10-23 14:55:58 | 123.83 | 97% |
| 15895 | 2017-10-22 16:23:52 | 121.54 | 97% |