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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4820 | 2017-05-26 03:59:23 | 101.99 | 97% |
| 4606 | 2017-05-13 11:50:08 | 106.51 | 94% |
| 4567 | 2017-05-10 03:36:09 | 97.82 | 96% |
| 4293 | 2017-04-17 03:10:25 | 97.50 | 92% |