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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 35918 | 2020-03-15 16:56:05 | 133.99 | 99% |
| 32666 | 2019-12-22 19:24:15 | 129.98 | 98% |
| 30206 | 2019-09-21 10:14:49 | 124.17 | 97% |
| 19276 | 2019-03-26 17:25:39 | 132.95 | 98% |
| 17519 | 2019-03-14 14:16:56 | 127.53 | 98% |
| 17228 | 2019-03-12 20:27:23 | 123.35 | 98% |
| 10472 | 2019-01-12 14:08:51 | 122.55 | 98% |
| 8302 | 2018-12-23 15:06:30 | 135.88 | 98% |
| 5715 | 2018-11-17 23:51:46 | 124.88 | 98% |