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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9889 | 2017-03-29 17:14:22 | 61.43 | 90% |
| 9733 | 2017-03-18 18:34:38 | 70.91 | 96% |
| 9156 | 2017-03-01 02:59:37 | 73.86 | 96% |
| 6887 | 2017-02-03 00:43:54 | 68.99 | 94% |
| 6470 | 2017-01-22 19:26:43 | 70.42 | 96% |