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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20034 | 2019-09-06 09:11:00 | 112.62 | 97% |
| 17107 | 2019-02-15 23:23:35 | 115.92 | 98% |
| 13821 | 2019-01-12 14:09:05 | 97.93 | 97% |
| 13126 | 2018-12-31 14:49:33 | 106.78 | 97% |
| 11814 | 2018-11-14 23:22:33 | 97.59 | 98% |
| 11384 | 2018-11-06 09:16:16 | 94.21 | 96% |
| 9726 | 2018-07-18 08:37:25 | 91.99 | 97% |
| 9076 | 2018-06-20 21:48:08 | 83.79 | 96% |
| 5513 | 2017-11-06 16:49:05 | 82.76 | 95% |