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 |
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64360 | 2020-08-10 21:18:23 | 107.70 | 98% |
64054 | 2020-07-22 23:21:56 | 114.95 | 99% |
54555 | 2019-07-05 19:31:53 | 99.37 | 98% |
51479 | 2019-05-11 21:13:25 | 96.75 | 97% |
50184 | 2019-05-01 17:52:54 | 103.41 | 98% |
39238 | 2018-11-27 23:27:26 | 98.19 | 96% |
34539 | 2018-10-06 18:59:09 | 105.54 | 98% |
28156 | 2018-07-16 16:25:20 | 101.91 | 98% |
24586 | 2018-05-25 01:03:13 | 109.45 | 98% |
23950 | 2018-05-12 23:36:23 | 101.72 | 98% |
21485 | 2018-04-07 02:31:26 | 101.42 | 98% |
15705 | 2018-02-01 01:37:27 | 100.70 | 97% |
7408 | 2017-06-29 19:59:17 | 98.23 | 98% |
5884 | 2017-06-03 22:24:16 | 89.16 | 95% |
3669 | 2017-05-03 00:24:34 | 93.52 | 96% |
776 | 2017-03-22 21:28:52 | 81.99 | 94% |