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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26015 | 2019-02-14 18:21:02 | 60.00 | 97% |
| 25719 | 2019-01-05 10:21:56 | 65.85 | 97% |
| 22786 | 2018-05-07 15:34:03 | 67.97 | 97% |
| 21613 | 2018-03-03 13:34:27 | 64.01 | 97% |
| 16602 | 2017-07-05 15:32:48 | 64.74 | 98% |
| 15009 | 2017-04-18 22:01:20 | 60.38 | 94% |
| 14445 | 2017-03-28 19:47:08 | 63.98 | 96% |
| 12328 | 2017-01-19 20:43:16 | 59.23 | 93% |
| 11223 | 2016-11-25 12:24:13 | 60.40 | 93% |