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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 34904 | 2018-08-13 03:36:13 | 103.58 | 99% |
| 34591 | 2018-08-09 00:40:32 | 111.21 | 99% |
| 34590 | 2018-08-09 00:39:17 | 100.38 | 99% |
| 33527 | 2017-03-24 02:33:56 | 95.53 | 98% |