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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24388 | 2018-02-12 12:15:36 | 106.40 | 97% |
| 23676 | 2018-01-30 13:36:10 | 109.28 | 98% |
| 23452 | 2018-01-28 08:29:10 | 109.62 | 97% |
| 22038 | 2018-01-13 22:21:28 | 101.03 | 97% |