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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25472 | 2020-09-28 22:07:49 | 85.46 | 96% |
| 20741 | 2020-08-05 02:03:41 | 75.44 | 95% |
| 20057 | 2020-07-27 17:00:51 | 90.62 | 97% |
| 18644 | 2020-07-19 01:51:58 | 99.55 | 97% |
| 14592 | 2020-05-13 21:32:50 | 97.13 | 97% |
| 10901 | 2020-04-11 20:51:31 | 83.91 | 96% |
| 7698 | 2020-03-22 16:41:04 | 78.55 | 95% |
| 5904 | 2020-02-19 04:09:17 | 90.15 | 98% |
| 936 | 2019-11-29 23:39:37 | 86.85 | 96% |