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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23397 | 2019-03-04 10:50:46 | 85.75 | 97% |
| 18771 | 2018-11-22 12:34:58 | 80.70 | 97% |
| 18219 | 2018-11-14 19:21:13 | 72.87 | 96% |
| 15319 | 2018-04-26 05:56:13 | 83.76 | 98% |
| 14146 | 2018-03-03 07:38:24 | 75.22 | 97% |