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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18576 | 2020-02-17 04:09:36 | 180.53 | 100% |
| 17183 | 2019-09-04 03:26:52 | 175.90 | 99% |
| 10375 | 2018-02-10 18:37:04 | 165.81 | 99% |
| 3298 | 2017-10-06 22:20:17 | 129.94 | 97% |