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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10854 | 2020-10-16 14:16:51 | 98.44 | 99% |
| 10830 | 2020-10-13 22:55:06 | 90.78 | 98% |
| 9558 | 2020-09-28 19:26:56 | 82.53 | 97% |
| 9277 | 2020-09-25 10:09:10 | 92.56 | 98% |
| 6536 | 2020-08-11 14:06:42 | 81.23 | 97% |
| 5069 | 2020-06-13 12:35:49 | 87.23 | 98% |
| 4951 | 2020-06-11 12:56:51 | 74.95 | 97% |
| 4471 | 2020-06-03 20:13:20 | 74.73 | 96% |