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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14769 | 2019-01-01 01:01:58 | 97.15 | 99% |
| 10082 | 2017-07-11 16:43:30 | 97.08 | 98% |
| 6867 | 2017-01-23 20:43:51 | 103.66 | 99% |
| 5183 | 2016-11-23 10:26:51 | 97.88 | 98% |
| 4917 | 2016-11-17 06:32:03 | 96.15 | 96% |