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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3796 | 2020-09-23 13:41:16 | 60.05 | 94% |
| 3161 | 2020-06-18 19:33:09 | 68.86 | 96% |
| 938 | 2020-01-07 23:04:17 | 64.13 | 96% |
| 572 | 2019-12-18 15:36:27 | 56.57 | 96% |