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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13519 | 2020-06-01 10:25:21 | 122.51 | 97% |
| 10446 | 2020-03-14 09:45:25 | 98.08 | 96% |
| 9448 | 2020-01-31 14:04:40 | 101.73 | 96% |
| 2238 | 2018-01-06 08:10:18 | 79.49 | 95% |
| 607 | 2017-05-27 11:49:46 | 68.31 | 95% |