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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1571 | 2019-09-13 03:45:11 | 76.93 | 97% |
| 1088 | 2019-09-01 04:06:35 | 74.99 | 97% |
| 1072 | 2019-09-01 03:49:28 | 82.32 | 98% |