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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40955 | 2018-10-13 17:53:19 | 115.83 | 98% |
| 37202 | 2017-09-02 22:09:36 | 99.52 | 98% |
| 36774 | 2017-09-02 12:59:55 | 104.80 | 98% |
| 34917 | 2017-08-07 19:35:27 | 81.41 | 97% |
| 34625 | 2017-08-02 01:29:59 | 119.52 | 98% |
| 34360 | 2017-07-28 05:57:39 | 115.03 | 99% |
| 33622 | 2017-07-12 22:44:23 | 115.76 | 98% |
| 30092 | 2017-04-10 02:40:43 | 111.86 | 96% |