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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18682 | 2017-08-14 15:08:07 | 64.09 | 95% |
| 16089 | 2017-06-14 04:05:28 | 78.09 | 98% |
| 14506 | 2017-05-23 07:47:46 | 66.52 | 95% |
| 11319 | 2017-04-03 04:45:47 | 55.10 | 90% |
| 10717 | 2017-03-27 04:57:03 | 68.08 | 95% |
| 10652 | 2017-03-26 07:36:04 | 71.27 | 95% |
| 10070 | 2017-03-13 05:28:15 | 63.45 | 93% |
| 7261 | 2017-01-18 08:46:01 | 77.50 | 96% |
| 6159 | 2016-11-11 15:01:38 | 64.50 | 97% |