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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6231 | 2018-10-20 02:31:06 | 101.87 | 98% |
| 5448 | 2018-08-10 17:37:20 | 98.37 | 98% |
| 3601 | 2018-01-09 17:50:32 | 87.50 | 97% |
| 2163 | 2017-06-04 17:32:52 | 86.42 | 97% |
| 1205 | 2016-12-08 13:58:38 | 76.66 | 95% |