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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32832 | 2020-12-08 03:07:41 | 141.93 | 98% |
| 26833 | 2020-08-29 05:19:52 | 140.07 | 98% |
| 19747 | 2020-06-05 01:28:18 | 131.52 | 99% |
| 17040 | 2020-05-28 05:43:06 | 113.67 | 97% |
| 4335 | 2019-07-13 03:48:47 | 102.36 | 97% |
| 3711 | 2019-07-10 07:14:27 | 95.19 | 98% |