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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11407 | 2017-10-05 04:37:43 | 74.10 | 98% |
| 8509 | 2016-12-14 07:20:30 | 68.66 | 96% |
| 7643 | 2016-11-25 06:32:04 | 70.60 | 96% |
| 7575 | 2016-11-23 23:56:46 | 73.04 | 97% |