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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 59911 | 2020-08-15 06:06:56 | 105.70 | 98% |
| 37147 | 2020-04-15 01:39:49 | 102.94 | 97% |
| 29977 | 2020-02-23 11:05:15 | 118.11 | 99% |
| 23838 | 2019-12-08 11:42:23 | 98.60 | 97% |
| 22858 | 2019-11-30 13:51:31 | 80.92 | 96% |
| 13880 | 2019-08-16 11:17:39 | 109.57 | 98% |