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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30783 | 2020-12-14 03:17:06 | 87.37 | 97% |
| 28356 | 2020-11-14 21:10:19 | 89.11 | 96% |
| 23685 | 2020-09-14 04:21:20 | 78.83 | 95% |
| 18134 | 2020-07-12 20:40:34 | 81.00 | 96% |
| 14106 | 2020-05-07 18:52:39 | 75.89 | 95% |
| 11873 | 2020-04-16 20:51:16 | 73.88 | 95% |
| 10081 | 2020-04-07 17:05:05 | 74.37 | 95% |