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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18483 | 2019-12-17 19:33:27 | 133.19 | 96% |
| 6677 | 2017-12-06 15:06:22 | 122.66 | 96% |
| 458 | 2017-06-28 21:21:28 | 107.24 | 96% |
| 232 | 2017-01-19 17:11:04 | 114.35 | 88% |