Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life - a deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon when a man will take my life in battle too - flinging a spear perhaps, or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14699 | 2018-12-12 13:10:23 | 71.35 | 98% |
| 9806 | 2018-04-16 04:50:51 | 72.29 | 99% |
| 5728 | 2017-10-25 06:20:45 | 64.43 | 97% |
| 3777 | 2017-08-18 04:42:31 | 65.70 | 98% |
| 2446 | 2017-08-03 16:43:53 | 55.26 | 96% |
| 1428 | 2017-07-27 07:50:16 | 49.46 | 96% |