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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9561 | 2017-10-15 17:27:35 | 86.83 | 97% |
| 5940 | 2017-06-13 19:05:27 | 75.93 | 96% |
| 5939 | 2017-06-13 19:00:49 | 85.12 | 98% |
| 5444 | 2017-05-24 18:57:11 | 74.50 | 90% |