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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4893 | 2018-07-29 06:15:55 | 97.12 | 98% |
| 3581 | 2018-05-10 23:51:12 | 96.90 | 99% |
| 2504 | 2018-03-05 04:22:55 | 95.10 | 99% |