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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21886 | 2020-10-27 22:15:57 | 107.98 | 98% |
| 18593 | 2017-04-08 13:14:57 | 95.99 | 95% |
| 18232 | 2017-03-25 03:27:01 | 100.26 | 95% |
| 17016 | 2017-02-22 04:22:39 | 98.40 | 95% |
| 16908 | 2017-02-19 04:03:20 | 107.76 | 99% |