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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10761 | 2020-10-20 10:20:34 | 103.30 | 98% |
| 9169 | 2020-09-23 09:03:16 | 99.97 | 97% |
| 8245 | 2020-09-08 10:13:09 | 95.53 | 97% |
| 7552 | 2020-08-25 09:25:02 | 99.63 | 98% |