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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3677 | 2017-04-26 01:34:20 | 92.01 | 96% |
| 3055 | 2017-02-20 03:26:18 | 80.15 | 93% |
| 1917 | 2016-11-11 02:01:19 | 85.77 | 94% |