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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38500 | 2020-02-12 19:27:48 | 84.82 | 99% |
| 16769 | 2019-03-25 12:30:04 | 80.38 | 98% |
| 14087 | 2019-02-16 14:35:31 | 83.71 | 98% |
| 10895 | 2018-07-19 03:14:56 | 74.03 | 97% |
| 7570 | 2018-05-30 03:16:29 | 78.11 | 98% |
| 6674 | 2018-05-16 04:03:28 | 72.22 | 96% |
| 4275 | 2018-02-24 05:06:35 | 69.63 | 97% |