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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 54494 | 2020-10-22 04:25:27 | 96.81 | 99% |
| 43086 | 2019-08-16 07:27:26 | 84.02 | 98% |
| 42828 | 2019-08-07 07:19:01 | 86.93 | 98% |
| 42047 | 2019-07-11 11:16:43 | 78.51 | 97% |
| 34967 | 2018-12-31 14:49:38 | 98.80 | 97% |
| 33779 | 2018-12-28 13:56:09 | 97.22 | 98% |
| 30100 | 2018-12-17 15:28:42 | 95.64 | 97% |
| 16679 | 2018-07-14 19:39:25 | 71.46 | 97% |
| 16340 | 2018-07-08 23:16:23 | 71.62 | 96% |
| 13114 | 2018-05-08 22:44:28 | 60.87 | 96% |
| 6114 | 2018-01-17 01:50:05 | 52.80 | 95% |
| 5818 | 2018-01-13 20:30:45 | 54.81 | 96% |