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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19605 | 2017-12-02 02:23:13 | 84.76 | 97% |
| 17752 | 2017-11-24 07:03:16 | 84.47 | 97% |
| 16687 | 2017-11-16 07:15:41 | 85.74 | 98% |
| 15416 | 2017-11-09 17:07:45 | 73.88 | 97% |
| 10788 | 2017-05-20 21:39:32 | 77.48 | 92% |
| 10282 | 2017-03-22 05:43:50 | 84.02 | 95% |
| 9981 | 2017-03-07 23:32:39 | 87.51 | 95% |
| 9487 | 2017-02-18 00:46:25 | 76.43 | 93% |
| 7390 | 2016-11-18 09:00:54 | 71.84 | 93% |