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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6553 | 2017-07-29 01:34:10 | 148.47 | 98% |
| 4357 | 2017-05-18 08:59:29 | 153.36 | 95% |
| 676 | 2017-01-31 03:18:05 | 164.05 | 96% |
| 217 | 2017-01-17 04:00:03 | 131.06 | 88% |