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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2417 | 2025-04-11 03:56:09 | 62.71 | 97.5% |
| 1461 | 2025-01-31 10:18:12 | 59.96 | 97.8% |
| 791 | 2024-12-26 03:03:19 | 62.00 | 97.2% |
| 509 | 2024-12-19 20:59:35 | 59.14 | 97.6% |
| 493 | 2024-12-19 20:28:01 | 57.79 | 98.4% |
| 277 | 2024-12-14 12:48:05 | 51.91 | 97.4% |