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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14551 | 2020-11-02 02:42:11 | 101.74 | 98% |
| 13071 | 2020-09-19 20:42:42 | 94.37 | 97% |
| 12487 | 2020-05-05 18:18:29 | 94.96 | 97% |
| 11088 | 2020-03-02 15:29:19 | 93.27 | 98% |
| 5358 | 2018-01-18 05:56:44 | 91.58 | 97% |