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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 50569 | 2017-05-14 06:08:28 | 143.91 | 99% |
| 50374 | 2017-05-12 12:20:18 | 128.47 | 96% |
| 50238 | 2017-05-07 11:48:56 | 116.93 | 92% |
| 50074 | 2017-05-05 10:26:00 | 132.83 | 97% |
| 48120 | 2017-03-15 13:09:31 | 136.91 | 97% |