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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11031 | 2017-07-13 13:55:06 | 105.71 | 98% |
| 10186 | 2017-06-29 20:02:53 | 119.10 | 99% |
| 7398 | 2017-05-26 16:24:28 | 117.26 | 97% |
| 3655 | 2017-04-26 15:26:19 | 117.40 | 97% |
| 2510 | 2017-04-10 19:06:53 | 108.80 | 96% |
| 1059 | 2016-12-31 01:49:13 | 92.45 | 94% |