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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11123 | 2020-02-13 14:22:31 | 103.98 | 98% |
| 9459 | 2019-10-25 08:07:21 | 103.90 | 99% |
| 9031 | 2019-07-16 02:34:03 | 105.07 | 99% |
| 8181 | 2019-04-07 11:12:36 | 106.20 | 99% |