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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33428 | 2020-05-12 10:39:55 | 73.75 | 97% |
| 25981 | 2020-01-03 11:44:16 | 61.80 | 97% |
| 20083 | 2019-10-25 12:28:32 | 99.08 | 98% |
| 18484 | 2019-10-02 10:10:59 | 91.40 | 97% |
| 15007 | 2019-06-11 13:34:14 | 96.75 | 98% |
| 9059 | 2019-03-22 21:43:30 | 79.36 | 97% |
| 8148 | 2019-03-19 15:28:39 | 64.32 | 96% |