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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31446 | 2019-11-07 17:02:29 | 115.57 | 98% |
| 31383 | 2019-09-20 16:52:57 | 114.54 | 98% |
| 29100 | 2019-03-23 15:13:55 | 105.16 | 97% |