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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12865 | 2020-10-19 18:03:18 | 96.84 | 99% |
| 12650 | 2020-10-16 14:16:54 | 93.49 | 98% |
| 9503 | 2020-06-06 15:15:17 | 94.39 | 99% |
| 6599 | 2020-03-19 17:13:12 | 91.69 | 99% |
| 1965 | 2019-11-17 17:49:15 | 81.42 | 98% |