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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19557 | 2020-12-09 23:11:03 | 138.21 | 99% |
| 19035 | 2020-12-04 22:39:56 | 124.00 | 98% |
| 14891 | 2020-10-27 22:15:46 | 128.95 | 98% |
| 12660 | 2020-09-30 03:01:41 | 125.00 | 98% |
| 590 | 2020-05-05 18:18:37 | 86.12 | 97% |