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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17498 | 2018-06-08 16:15:29 | 103.13 | 96% |
| 16759 | 2018-05-17 18:09:26 | 99.94 | 97% |
| 14710 | 2018-03-29 15:28:11 | 107.25 | 99% |
| 12759 | 2018-02-10 04:15:45 | 107.66 | 98% |
| 8125 | 2017-10-10 22:26:23 | 100.20 | 97% |
| 6950 | 2017-09-24 14:58:45 | 103.25 | 98% |
| 4935 | 2017-08-04 18:02:47 | 97.07 | 97% |
| 1830 | 2017-06-01 14:31:28 | 97.80 | 94% |
| 1245 | 2017-05-23 20:00:31 | 100.58 | 96% |
| 826 | 2017-05-16 16:59:35 | 99.74 | 95% |