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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3103 | 2017-07-15 13:35:31 | 88.85 | 97% |
| 2216 | 2017-06-27 04:29:54 | 88.38 | 97% |
| 2126 | 2017-06-26 00:20:13 | 84.05 | 97% |
| 1592 | 2017-06-15 02:24:01 | 84.28 | 97% |
| 1432 | 2017-06-13 23:48:38 | 81.09 | 96% |