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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8824 | 2019-04-14 10:47:48 | 65.20 | 97% |
| 6318 | 2018-11-17 17:44:35 | 60.23 | 96% |
| 5698 | 2018-10-18 15:15:52 | 55.90 | 95% |
| 3187 | 2018-07-11 19:01:08 | 60.71 | 96% |
| 1868 | 2018-06-17 16:52:44 | 56.32 | 96% |