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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36781 | 2020-11-11 03:49:54 | 88.14 | 97% |
| 33780 | 2020-10-02 07:10:12 | 89.62 | 97% |
| 30133 | 2020-08-11 05:07:18 | 93.65 | 97% |
| 25992 | 2020-06-08 16:13:38 | 80.70 | 96% |
| 21872 | 2020-01-16 22:14:49 | 85.42 | 96% |
| 13618 | 2019-03-26 02:13:40 | 90.18 | 98% |
| 11524 | 2019-03-01 18:11:04 | 83.47 | 97% |
| 10661 | 2019-02-17 03:43:58 | 74.90 | 97% |
| 8277 | 2019-01-08 02:36:34 | 69.83 | 96% |
| 2578 | 2018-05-02 20:45:42 | 60.26 | 97% |
| 1881 | 2018-04-19 17:00:01 | 61.79 | 97% |
| 1441 | 2018-04-11 18:39:15 | 60.12 | 97% |