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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 52656 | 2019-12-31 07:46:06 | 109.98 | 98% |
| 50802 | 2017-05-20 04:26:53 | 137.67 | 100% |
| 50233 | 2017-05-06 08:53:17 | 140.31 | 99% |
| 49149 | 2017-04-23 06:41:57 | 120.34 | 95% |
| 48493 | 2017-03-24 11:09:49 | 115.92 | 97% |
| 47497 | 2017-02-25 04:35:03 | 126.81 | 99% |