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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45380 | 2019-12-22 19:24:21 | 117.19 | 94% |
| 39792 | 2019-06-23 16:42:33 | 121.13 | 96% |
| 31026 | 2018-12-26 14:14:55 | 113.14 | 95% |
| 30058 | 2018-12-11 18:29:26 | 127.54 | 97% |
| 28516 | 2018-11-15 21:34:09 | 114.56 | 95% |
| 5794 | 2017-05-13 18:15:59 | 107.98 | 91% |
| 5096 | 2017-04-22 18:00:48 | 101.13 | 90% |
| 4300 | 2017-03-31 22:04:06 | 111.18 | 93% |
| 3720 | 2017-03-13 16:34:11 | 102.71 | 90% |