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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10450 | 2018-01-02 01:54:01 | 109.33 | 98% |
| 8998 | 2017-11-10 03:32:34 | 99.96 | 97% |
| 6510 | 2017-05-17 08:20:55 | 88.00 | 95% |
| 3675 | 2017-04-10 23:03:24 | 73.78 | 89% |
| 2120 | 2017-03-18 06:35:16 | 75.11 | 93% |
| 286 | 2017-02-15 05:50:11 | 59.95 | 89% |