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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22026 | 2022-04-04 04:52:29 | 208.72 | 99% |
| 6166 | 2020-10-15 18:41:55 | 161.57 | 98% |
| 1811 | 2020-07-29 21:33:45 | 140.22 | 98% |
| 395 | 2020-07-09 20:24:50 | 112.56 | 97% |