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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7936 | 2019-09-30 02:50:25 | 113.69 | 98% |
| 7349 | 2018-09-18 18:04:37 | 100.56 | 97% |
| 5608 | 2018-05-04 04:29:59 | 102.61 | 97% |
| 1892 | 2017-11-13 03:40:11 | 98.41 | 97% |