I denied myself nothing my eyes desired; I refused my heart no pleasure. My heart took delight in all my labor, and this was the reward for all my toil. Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 64 | 2012-12-28 03:24:23 | 68.09 | 87% |