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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13179 | 2018-05-12 01:03:55 | 98.46 | 98% |
| 11140 | 2018-03-02 00:15:10 | 88.16 | 98% |
| 11076 | 2018-03-01 01:39:11 | 88.81 | 98% |
| 9332 | 2018-02-02 19:24:08 | 91.45 | 98% |