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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5779 | 2018-06-25 02:53:19 | 117.25 | 98% |
| 4657 | 2018-06-09 00:29:55 | 116.54 | 99% |
| 4278 | 2018-06-02 02:53:39 | 111.01 | 97% |
| 2450 | 2018-02-21 03:55:44 | 110.55 | 98% |