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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10908 | 2018-04-03 13:44:45 | 56.26 | 98% |
| 10388 | 2018-03-16 16:46:30 | 58.95 | 97% |
| 7989 | 2018-01-09 14:48:29 | 54.64 | 97% |
| 6466 | 2017-11-23 22:03:33 | 50.12 | 96% |
| 4317 | 2017-09-03 01:44:21 | 52.45 | 97% |
| 2543 | 2017-07-01 18:10:34 | 48.23 | 97% |
| 2071 | 2017-06-10 03:13:10 | 50.00 | 97% |
| 366 | 2016-12-25 18:41:27 | 49.98 | 95% |