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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4718 | 2017-11-30 18:00:44 | 82.94 | 96% |
| 3490 | 2017-11-08 18:39:50 | 94.42 | 98% |
| 3356 | 2017-11-07 20:29:00 | 107.07 | 98% |
| 2961 | 2017-11-03 05:47:24 | 83.69 | 95% |