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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6607 | 2018-08-03 22:42:03 | 104.49 | 98% |
| 5582 | 2017-02-23 22:01:06 | 100.75 | 96% |
| 5093 | 2017-02-07 00:13:57 | 100.94 | 98% |
| 4723 | 2017-01-11 18:54:57 | 106.11 | 99% |