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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8272 | 2020-11-17 02:26:11 | 114.43 | 97% |
| 4848 | 2019-04-05 19:44:19 | 97.02 | 96% |
| 3744 | 2019-03-09 07:38:41 | 98.45 | 96% |
| 2714 | 2019-02-01 17:09:23 | 85.54 | 96% |
| 2372 | 2019-01-24 20:00:35 | 89.08 | 96% |