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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4318 | 2017-01-29 21:02:59 | 75.68 | 93% |
| 3706 | 2017-01-26 20:19:36 | 81.63 | 93% |
| 3463 | 2017-01-25 19:05:05 | 77.91 | 93% |
| 1974 | 2017-01-01 14:58:47 | 65.78 | 96% |
| 1656 | 2016-12-31 21:50:38 | 81.44 | 95% |
| 1634 | 2016-12-31 20:45:31 | 77.02 | 95% |
| 700 | 2016-12-23 08:36:42 | 71.89 | 92% |