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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
104274 2020-12-04 19:17:02 122.97 97.7%
102969 2020-11-21 19:17:26 133.76 98.5%
101833 2020-11-06 18:35:47 127.35 97.7%
93674 2020-08-29 15:55:41 125.95 98.3%
89017 2020-07-22 11:46:22 129.03 98.4%
86401 2020-06-30 19:40:57 120.12 97.7%
79871 2020-04-30 14:07:40 113.42 96.6%
68719 2020-02-26 17:53:14 134.68 99.5%
64971 2020-02-07 05:40:59 123.95 98.1%
64821 2020-02-06 12:54:33 115.89 97.3%
61278 2020-01-23 18:20:05 119.35 98.2%
39474 2019-09-28 22:41:44 113.57 97.1%
38556 2019-09-21 11:33:50 119.05 98.5%
25501 2019-06-12 20:31:23 118.35 97%
24299 2019-06-05 11:47:11 97.04 97.1%
22469 2019-05-19 23:07:43 114.90 97.3%
14518 2019-03-23 15:13:57 101.66 97.2%
10403 2019-02-23 20:57:10 113.28 97.2%
8166 2019-02-08 00:49:03 114.35 98.1%
6967 2019-02-02 02:43:11 114.18 98.4%
941 2018-12-20 17:42:02 105.21 97.6%