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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17083 | 2019-01-07 18:54:21 | 151.20 | 100% |
| 16438 | 2018-12-21 20:16:18 | 149.56 | 100% |
| 16427 | 2018-12-21 19:32:16 | 149.31 | 100% |
| 16199 | 2018-12-12 20:44:09 | 145.81 | 100% |
| 16195 | 2018-12-12 00:16:44 | 143.45 | 99% |
| 13120 | 2018-10-10 04:01:36 | 139.91 | 100% |
| 12195 | 2018-10-03 19:28:10 | 140.39 | 100% |
| 9571 | 2018-09-09 21:58:55 | 133.92 | 100% |
| 6419 | 2017-02-06 21:18:11 | 119.14 | 97% |
| 5823 | 2017-01-16 00:06:26 | 124.27 | 99% |
| 5822 | 2017-01-16 00:05:21 | 116.44 | 97% |