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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12438 | 2020-12-09 13:34:26 | 91.02 | 95% |
| 10374 | 2020-07-06 09:29:31 | 86.56 | 95% |
| 3535 | 2017-06-10 16:14:08 | 65.65 | 95% |
| 3267 | 2017-05-27 17:36:16 | 73.20 | 86% |
| 3110 | 2017-05-19 06:59:15 | 68.15 | 83% |
| 1364 | 2017-03-18 08:12:24 | 73.23 | 87% |
| 908 | 2017-02-16 17:34:56 | 61.16 | 80% |