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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6812 | 2020-01-27 23:40:03 | 71.14 | 97% |
| 3616 | 2019-12-14 01:42:18 | 74.37 | 97% |
| 1549 | 2019-10-20 19:04:58 | 68.97 | 97% |
| 1376 | 2019-10-17 10:35:32 | 72.32 | 98% |
| 1022 | 2019-10-08 21:03:39 | 66.49 | 97% |