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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11335 | 2017-05-13 06:40:19 | 59.52 | 91% |
| 11231 | 2017-05-11 15:16:52 | 61.25 | 92% |
| 10127 | 2017-04-05 06:49:23 | 55.64 | 91% |