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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10124 | 2018-06-21 11:05:12 | 64.61 | 97% |
| 9088 | 2018-06-02 12:59:02 | 64.27 | 98% |
| 7846 | 2018-05-08 09:36:10 | 60.82 | 98% |
| 6693 | 2018-04-25 03:47:54 | 56.25 | 98% |
| 4467 | 2018-03-27 17:33:04 | 58.86 | 97% |