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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7567 | 2019-03-23 23:10:43 | 135.76 | 98% |
| 3420 | 2018-07-28 15:22:04 | 163.41 | 100% |
| 2769 | 2018-07-20 00:15:51 | 153.46 | 100% |
| 1882 | 2018-06-09 00:29:47 | 138.51 | 98% |
| 445 | 2017-01-02 20:11:48 | 152.39 | 95% |