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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 106646 | 2019-06-09 18:59:59 | 156.71 | 99% |
| 103608 | 2017-11-21 23:50:02 | 141.47 | 99% |
| 98290 | 2017-04-23 03:07:00 | 112.95 | 87% |
| 98286 | 2017-04-23 03:03:46 | 115.80 | 92% |
| 97112 | 2017-04-16 21:24:55 | 126.73 | 97% |
| 94143 | 2016-12-14 02:25:27 | 116.34 | 94% |
| 94060 | 2016-12-11 17:48:51 | 89.88 | 89% |