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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42852 | 2020-11-07 10:13:42 | 88.91 | 98% |
| 35886 | 2020-06-24 14:53:33 | 80.82 | 98% |
| 35747 | 2020-06-22 13:55:48 | 95.99 | 98% |
| 27900 | 2020-02-11 09:52:37 | 85.95 | 97% |
| 25385 | 2019-12-25 14:58:15 | 86.82 | 97% |
| 24683 | 2019-12-18 12:24:56 | 84.96 | 97% |
| 17691 | 2019-09-13 15:25:28 | 85.67 | 97% |
| 11907 | 2019-04-20 06:43:05 | 77.46 | 96% |
| 7979 | 2019-03-17 13:18:38 | 74.21 | 96% |
| 6139 | 2019-02-19 16:05:31 | 77.63 | 96% |