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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16493 | 2020-07-05 05:19:30 | 108.24 | 97% |
| 10474 | 2020-02-22 22:50:50 | 113.20 | 97% |
| 10180 | 2020-02-20 12:48:40 | 114.75 | 98% |
| 6352 | 2020-01-12 16:07:02 | 106.00 | 99% |
| 3609 | 2019-12-26 23:56:06 | 101.64 | 99% |