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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15372 | 2017-04-23 20:00:33 | 74.52 | 95% |
| 14766 | 2017-01-23 19:38:33 | 66.59 | 94% |
| 14517 | 2017-01-01 16:22:08 | 71.78 | 97% |
| 14125 | 2016-12-19 17:19:23 | 68.99 | 94% |
| 13832 | 2016-12-07 03:50:18 | 69.40 | 95% |
| 13413 | 2016-11-13 00:25:03 | 68.72 | 94% |