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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21172 | 2020-01-30 22:10:10 | 132.29 | 99% |
| 12762 | 2018-12-25 03:45:43 | 91.35 | 95% |
| 6218 | 2017-11-19 11:38:23 | 89.67 | 96% |
| 2909 | 2017-10-25 17:06:59 | 78.85 | 96% |
| 2897 | 2017-10-25 16:55:22 | 92.42 | 97% |
| 1848 | 2017-10-04 16:24:10 | 74.84 | 95% |
| 700 | 2017-09-06 10:44:33 | 63.91 | 95% |
| 436 | 2017-09-01 00:36:45 | 62.93 | 96% |
| 184 | 2017-08-29 18:39:17 | 50.72 | 93% |