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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17388 | 2019-01-13 11:27:23 | 84.39 | 98% |
| 13816 | 2018-06-27 06:06:25 | 86.89 | 98% |
| 13771 | 2018-06-26 11:47:50 | 82.92 | 97% |
| 10150 | 2017-12-30 14:21:07 | 77.21 | 97% |
| 9812 | 2017-12-09 08:38:39 | 68.14 | 96% |
| 9330 | 2017-11-26 10:29:22 | 75.99 | 97% |
| 8159 | 2017-10-17 04:18:11 | 79.73 | 97% |
| 3102 | 2017-03-24 18:24:43 | 60.59 | 93% |
| 1587 | 2017-02-20 19:45:34 | 67.81 | 98% |