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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13480 | 2020-04-07 18:27:49 | 90.19 | 98% |
| 7484 | 2018-03-10 11:00:16 | 76.85 | 97% |
| 7271 | 2018-03-03 12:40:26 | 79.40 | 97% |
| 4653 | 2017-08-12 14:19:28 | 70.69 | 97% |
| 3357 | 2017-07-26 22:18:25 | 67.08 | 97% |