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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9062 | 2017-07-11 16:13:47 | 55.11 | 97% |
| 7300 | 2017-04-27 13:04:19 | 53.65 | 94% |
| 5998 | 2017-02-20 08:20:21 | 58.49 | 96% |
| 5286 | 2017-01-18 04:07:48 | 57.05 | 95% |
| 4119 | 2016-12-05 11:08:50 | 48.64 | 93% |