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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 107065 | 2019-08-13 13:13:25 | 154.83 | 99% |
| 107064 | 2019-08-12 15:52:21 | 147.85 | 99% |
| 107063 | 2019-08-12 14:57:02 | 143.49 | 98% |
| 106048 | 2018-11-05 19:12:31 | 141.52 | 98% |
| 103932 | 2017-12-10 02:36:51 | 130.25 | 99% |
| 103931 | 2017-12-10 02:28:00 | 129.75 | 98% |
| 96833 | 2017-04-02 13:21:36 | 123.99 | 96% |
| 96832 | 2017-04-02 13:11:39 | 111.21 | 95% |
| 96831 | 2017-04-02 13:08:55 | 98.17 | 94% |
| 93427 | 2016-11-26 19:27:27 | 90.40 | 85% |
| 93047 | 2016-11-15 21:14:02 | 108.26 | 93% |
| 93039 | 2016-11-15 21:02:45 | 102.29 | 90% |
| 93038 | 2016-11-15 21:01:24 | 100.64 | 94% |