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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4945 | 2017-02-13 03:34:53 | 117.37 | 96% |
| 4127 | 2017-01-27 09:09:33 | 113.58 | 97% |
| 3508 | 2017-01-06 19:55:07 | 92.73 | 93% |
| 2959 | 2016-12-25 21:56:04 | 99.32 | 95% |