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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13258 | 2019-12-13 21:57:41 | 100.18 | 99% |
| 13228 | 2019-12-13 19:57:39 | 99.82 | 99% |
| 10365 | 2019-01-14 03:11:51 | 91.46 | 98% |
| 7173 | 2016-12-02 13:44:36 | 95.65 | 96% |