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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45429 | 2020-11-28 17:54:28 | 129.30 | 98% |
| 36051 | 2020-07-20 00:58:23 | 127.90 | 98% |
| 31175 | 2019-08-05 12:44:42 | 115.35 | 99% |
| 31016 | 2019-08-02 17:59:25 | 120.72 | 98% |
| 30551 | 2019-07-26 20:25:29 | 105.18 | 97% |
| 24688 | 2019-05-24 10:08:21 | 96.46 | 97% |
| 21808 | 2019-03-29 12:18:27 | 101.59 | 97% |
| 4408 | 2018-09-18 18:05:16 | 63.40 | 95% |