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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12923 | 2018-07-31 17:07:49 | 127.01 | 99% |
| 3501 | 2017-10-13 16:05:36 | 128.38 | 99% |
| 1323 | 2017-07-18 19:16:44 | 121.69 | 99% |
| 810 | 2017-07-10 18:53:24 | 105.15 | 96% |