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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12131 | 2020-10-24 19:55:15 | 80.85 | 95% |
| 9829 | 2020-02-13 17:18:24 | 88.42 | 96% |
| 6142 | 2017-11-20 12:44:27 | 85.40 | 96% |
| 5089 | 2017-09-14 06:23:29 | 66.04 | 93% |
| 3603 | 2017-06-14 06:00:38 | 70.14 | 95% |
| 3281 | 2017-05-28 09:03:41 | 78.47 | 88% |
| 3262 | 2017-05-27 17:30:29 | 82.02 | 93% |
| 1285 | 2017-03-14 09:16:05 | 64.42 | 86% |
| 1071 | 2017-02-28 18:35:00 | 61.13 | 84% |