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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27456 | 2020-07-17 12:52:18 | 62.57 | 98% |
| 23471 | 2018-06-20 11:12:23 | 69.98 | 97% |
| 22242 | 2018-04-04 12:43:17 | 67.42 | 96% |
| 17613 | 2017-08-10 21:04:19 | 68.55 | 98% |
| 15421 | 2017-05-07 16:36:08 | 62.17 | 92% |
| 15355 | 2017-05-03 13:27:40 | 69.10 | 94% |
| 13802 | 2017-03-13 17:40:11 | 67.80 | 96% |
| 12353 | 2017-01-19 23:07:54 | 66.57 | 97% |
| 11965 | 2017-01-04 15:45:50 | 63.06 | 95% |
| 10941 | 2016-11-16 15:41:00 | 59.78 | 94% |