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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25517 | 2020-11-15 22:33:20 | 77.70 | 100% |
| 24845 | 2019-08-23 15:22:18 | 75.59 | 99% |
| 22315 | 2019-05-29 22:07:23 | 76.10 | 99% |
| 14032 | 2018-08-18 13:32:37 | 67.70 | 100% |
| 759 | 2017-11-09 22:32:34 | 59.62 | 99% |