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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7263 | 2018-04-23 21:26:47 | 109.34 | 98% |
| 6397 | 2018-04-10 16:16:08 | 106.22 | 98% |
| 5255 | 2017-06-07 08:16:01 | 112.02 | 99% |
| 5022 | 2017-06-03 09:23:21 | 107.39 | 97% |
| 4900 | 2017-05-24 00:28:23 | 105.93 | 97% |