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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 2022-01-10 09:24:45 | 67.64 | 96% |