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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20935 | 2019-10-03 04:05:18 | 132.15 | 98% |
| 16047 | 2018-11-07 14:55:03 | 124.97 | 98% |
| 11579 | 2018-04-07 16:22:18 | 123.09 | 99% |
| 7779 | 2017-05-03 08:00:50 | 112.53 | 94% |