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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24773 | 2020-05-22 03:08:44 | 115.80 | 98% |
| 24771 | 2020-05-22 03:03:49 | 107.08 | 98% |
| 24373 | 2020-05-16 00:20:37 | 116.02 | 98% |
| 23096 | 2020-04-25 12:04:30 | 109.96 | 98% |
| 21940 | 2020-04-02 03:16:37 | 108.59 | 99% |
| 18346 | 2017-01-26 08:06:01 | 107.45 | 96% |
| 18259 | 2017-01-22 07:47:12 | 103.01 | 95% |
| 17944 | 2016-11-22 16:53:01 | 92.16 | 93% |