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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5413 | 2018-07-06 18:00:50 | 82.95 | 97% |
| 3380 | 2018-01-24 00:33:14 | 71.09 | 97% |
| 2228 | 2017-12-06 15:55:58 | 67.96 | 97% |