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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7524 | 2019-09-08 19:51:41 | 116.96 | 99% |
| 6954 | 2017-04-12 17:52:20 | 119.05 | 95% |
| 5763 | 2017-03-03 00:53:23 | 116.45 | 96% |
| 2914 | 2016-12-20 19:14:09 | 97.46 | 95% |
| 2825 | 2016-12-02 19:39:42 | 93.53 | 92% |