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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 80400 | 2020-11-20 13:16:45 | 133.38 | 99% |
| 76935 | 2020-08-30 00:11:53 | 126.22 | 98% |
| 69106 | 2019-02-03 22:25:18 | 79.74 | 96% |
| 67584 | 2019-01-14 12:27:56 | 129.56 | 98% |
| 67560 | 2019-01-14 12:02:57 | 127.02 | 98% |
| 66284 | 2019-01-02 23:08:02 | 117.65 | 98% |
| 63540 | 2018-12-07 20:18:01 | 116.90 | 98% |
| 58926 | 2018-09-28 15:27:40 | 118.47 | 98% |
| 46446 | 2017-04-06 23:10:48 | 110.84 | 93% |