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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27682 | 2023-05-26 20:33:13 | 145.03 | 97% |
| 13377 | 2018-05-28 00:04:23 | 130.32 | 97.7% |
| 8901 | 2017-12-29 02:54:57 | 118.00 | 97% |
| 5253 | 2017-10-05 02:08:26 | 96.29 | 95% |