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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11970 | 2019-10-10 22:30:06 | 116.06 | 97% |
| 9586 | 2019-02-17 04:55:35 | 117.85 | 98% |
| 4918 | 2018-03-19 08:16:21 | 100.91 | 97% |
| 1856 | 2017-06-04 11:50:15 | 92.73 | 98% |