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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8392 | 2017-10-08 20:56:42 | 108.70 | 98% |
| 7787 | 2017-09-15 02:54:51 | 100.98 | 97% |
| 4080 | 2017-02-23 16:03:01 | 97.07 | 94% |
| 3735 | 2017-02-19 02:54:59 | 101.13 | 96% |
| 2327 | 2017-01-25 04:05:21 | 100.37 | 98% |
| 975 | 2017-01-09 02:40:34 | 95.41 | 96% |