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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47191 | 2018-02-11 01:58:22 | 153.02 | 99% |
| 46775 | 2018-02-08 21:49:35 | 128.98 | 97% |
| 38530 | 2017-12-13 08:33:23 | 131.14 | 98% |
| 34099 | 2017-11-05 20:56:27 | 147.63 | 99% |
| 33226 | 2017-10-31 11:49:28 | 134.07 | 98% |
| 26410 | 2017-10-05 02:11:49 | 134.49 | 98% |
| 25260 | 2017-09-30 09:17:02 | 103.96 | 97% |