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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9801 | 2018-03-02 05:29:31 | 105.50 | 99% |
| 3118 | 2017-06-19 02:35:09 | 105.49 | 98% |
| 1696 | 2017-06-04 03:26:41 | 102.33 | 97% |
| 820 | 2017-05-22 18:23:11 | 110.49 | 100% |