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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14069 | 2020-11-15 02:25:10 | 83.89 | 98% |
| 9823 | 2020-06-24 14:59:18 | 82.72 | 98% |
| 1495 | 2019-10-21 18:57:57 | 78.29 | 99% |