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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29200 | 2019-08-10 00:44:13 | 145.41 | 99% |
| 27924 | 2019-07-23 14:26:06 | 138.21 | 98% |
| 11271 | 2019-01-16 22:29:20 | 135.21 | 99% |
| 5779 | 2018-11-18 00:51:00 | 148.79 | 100% |