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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26172 | 2018-02-09 03:50:30 | 74.36 | 95% |
| 22276 | 2017-11-09 23:21:05 | 78.72 | 96% |
| 21779 | 2017-11-07 03:37:36 | 83.06 | 98% |
| 19721 | 2017-09-19 16:08:54 | 74.14 | 96% |
| 13752 | 2017-04-14 05:29:41 | 68.19 | 91% |
| 12584 | 2017-03-24 02:34:22 | 69.62 | 88% |
| 7365 | 2017-01-30 00:09:23 | 67.92 | 88% |
| 6387 | 2017-01-24 04:54:28 | 68.81 | 93% |
| 5850 | 2017-01-21 16:21:52 | 71.48 | 94% |
| 5541 | 2017-01-20 02:45:13 | 70.13 | 92% |
| 1745 | 2016-12-25 00:09:43 | 67.47 | 94% |
| 1447 | 2016-12-21 16:25:49 | 71.42 | 94% |
| 1089 | 2016-12-18 23:19:44 | 66.77 | 92% |
| 858 | 2016-12-18 17:40:57 | 61.76 | 92% |