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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5854 | 2017-04-06 07:31:28 | 81.32 | 94% |
| 4581 | 2017-03-05 16:16:24 | 73.48 | 92% |
| 3454 | 2017-02-04 10:51:47 | 77.34 | 93% |
| 3377 | 2017-02-03 13:18:34 | 71.99 | 92% |
| 3170 | 2017-02-01 12:32:22 | 75.93 | 93% |
| 946 | 2016-12-11 08:33:27 | 80.98 | 95% |
| 699 | 2016-12-08 09:24:48 | 73.88 | 94% |
| 682 | 2016-12-08 07:01:08 | 73.78 | 94% |