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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6479 | 2018-10-24 19:30:20 | 151.99 | 99% |
| 5302 | 2018-09-30 01:24:01 | 158.93 | 100% |
| 5066 | 2018-09-23 23:44:40 | 143.88 | 98% |
| 4988 | 2018-09-23 22:46:53 | 160.51 | 100% |
| 4113 | 2018-08-07 21:54:22 | 167.79 | 100% |